GRAVE (feat. Lil Skies)

(8)

**** try us, we gon' put him in his grave

We gon' put him in his grave

Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage

Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon

And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic

What happenin'?

Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket

Ooh!

We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)

Closed casket, no case

I'ma hide my face

My bullets shoot with pain

Tell her fall back, I need space

We ahead of them in this race

Gimme' good top in the Range

Woah, did 180 up on the dash (Dash)

I count it up like it's math (Math)

I ball hard like I'm Steve Nash, woah (Nash)

I fucked your bitch, then gave her back

You hit her phone like, "Where you at?"

I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy (Backdoor)

I got VVS on my teeth (My teeth)

I'ma ride or die for my team

My diamonds shine, I might lean

My coupe came with wings

You're a broke boy who fiends

I'ma take 'em out when I see 'em

You a hatin' ****, why you breathin'?

Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage

Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon

And like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic

What happenin'?

Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket

Ooh!

We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)

Closed casket, no case

I'ma hide my face

My bullets shoot with pain

Tell her fall back, I need space

We ahead of them in this race

Gimme' good top in the Range

Gnarly mentality

Put your lil' bitch on salary

Make her cut back on calories, aye

Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face

VV's shining, and they looking like some sun rays

Slap a pussy **** if he start talkin' craz'

Slap a lil' **** if he start talkin' braz'

Collect the pain while I'm going through these changes

I got bands now, now I'm gettin' a lil' famous

Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera

Don't even remember, think lil' mama name was Pamela

When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want

When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want

Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage

Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon

And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic

What happenin'?

Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket

Ooh!

We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)

Closed casket, no case

I'ma hide my faceMy bullets shoot with pain

Tell her fall back, I need space

We ahead of them in this race

Gimme' good top in the Range