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Grimey
Hip-Hop/Rap
Grimey was released on January 23, 2026 by The Circuit Records as a part of the album Grimey - Single
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Release DateJanuary 23, 2026
LabelThe Circuit Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Walls Jr
Gary Walls Jr
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Walls Jr
Gary Walls Jr
Songwriter
Jassie Jangid
Jassie Jangid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jassie Jangid
Jassie Jangid
Producer

Lyrics

Ooh, it get grimey in the south
I could be going FED but I'm tryna make it out
Silly boppin' settin' trends, give her bands and a house
I'm the man and I'm on ten
Got a plan and ima win
Tryna fuck you and your friend
Huh, hold on let me vent, aye
Tried to keep me out but they gotta let me in, aye
I was lost and found, I done died and born again
We see danger then we spin
Pray to God we meet again
In that manger I repent, huh
Chose up on a lifestyle
Don't be actin' funny, come in clutching, take ya life, BOW!
Got to tusslin' now she runnin'
I ain't even lay the pipe down
Had to rub her stomach, robitussin, cut the lights out
Uh, I just seen a thick broad
She had told me 'no' some years ago, but now she piss poor
I ain't even trippin 'bout it though 'cus I got plenty more
She gave it up in public by the store that's a basic whore
Ugh!
I'm the one they really hated on, we can go to war
I'm the one they really waiting on, then it's over for 'em
Grindin' for a ticket in this bitch, we gon' open doors
Ima make 'em feel me in this bitch, that's what I'm chosen for
Ooh, they got me t'd up
I got superhuman Austin Powers like Vegeta
Pussy **** tried to steal my clothes, but I beat him
They ain't ever love me so I'm cold like Aquafina
Drippin' let me chill, I'm too legit (really got a bag)
When you get that dough, do what you wanna (talkin' hella racks)
I know my aroma marijuana
(my persona gas)
I can give a hater instant karma, in a body bag
Louisiana made it out that madness, I ain't like you ****
I grew up where trauma broke the family
Please don't try me ****
Ima pretty boy
but still'll show you a real bandit
Fuck you and yo baggage
I don't want no marriage
My mama 46, she sold her heart and soul to Tammy
Ain't giving out no bandage
No handouts or no sharing
Can't argue with no Karen
Bitch, I see you starin'
Shitted on my problems so my feelings need repairing
You ain't gotta lie to fuck with me (I'm understanding)
I can use your love and company (And I ain't playing)
Tell me why you all in love with me
(Uh uh)
Tell you that I'm sorry, I ain't mean it
(Uh uh)
Ooh, it get grimey in the south
I could be going FED but I'm tryna make it out
Silly boppin' settin' trends, give her bands and a house
I'm the man and I'm on ten
Got a plan and ima win
Tryna fuck you and your friend
Huh, hold on let me vent, aye
Tried to keep me out but they gotta let me in, aye
I was lost and found, I done died and born again
We see danger then we spin
Pray to God we meet again
In that manger I repent
Ooh, put some beef on it
Baby mama drama took my child I don't speak on it
Take me out the jungle livin' wild in them streets homie
When my tummy rumble, I don't cry I go eat homie
Fuck, shit, state facts
(Hold on)
Ain't no need for lying, if we vibin' ima get attached
Turnt up ima siren for that violence, ima get his ass
All these bitches lyin' see 'em wildin', they on go for cash
Ima crack a smile 'cus ima diamond, I ain't going sad
Ima superstar, out in public it's a light show
Ima real dawg, pushin' hustlin' til' I can't though
Impressive with the style, they be like 'wow', he need a cape on
Yungin' gettin' 'round, ain't a town that I can't go
So what the hate for?
Turnt up on you ****, I'm the realest, they some fake boys
I ain't seen my lil' one in a minute, guess I'll pay for it
I be in my bag and in my feelings, I just can't show it
I just can't show it
Ooh, it get grimey in the south
I could be going FED but I'm tryna make it out
Silly boppin' settin' trends, give her bands and a house
I'm the man and I'm on ten
Got a plan and ima win
Tryna fuck you and your friend
Huh, hold on let me vent, aye
Tried to keep me out but they gotta let me in, aye
I was lost and found, I done died and born again
We see danger then we spin
Pray to God we meet again
In that manger I repent
(Hold on)
Written by: Gary Walls Jr, Jassie Jangid
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