Graveyard (feat. Farii, Bloodbathhh & Kellz)

Bro, get the fuck out, haha

Y'all know how the fuck we comin', man

Grrah, rrah

When you spinnin', you better not lack

Do a **** like Ricky, switch it up, put a hole in his tummy (Come here)

My **** don't like talk

Walk up, just wrappin' shit up while I'm callin' the mummies (You know that)

This four-o came with a thirty clip, I let thirty spit, spark shit up like thunder

Everybody got that one dead ****, better think twice thinkin' 'bout puttin' me under

Uh, how you wanna do it? We spinnin' with chops and Dracs when we ridin' through the bity

Drench him, drench shit up while we milkin' shit up, .40 cal' just came with a titty (Rrah, rrah)

Long live Fred, got it tatted on my neck, get high, reminisce while I'm doggin' the Hemi

Bloodbathh pop out the cut, leave his shit on the ground, you know we ain't doin' no bity hits (Bah-bah, bah, grrah, grrah)

I like 7.62s and .223s, hit a **** up, watch him do plenty flips

**** ain't never on they block, fuck it, it's dry as fuck, told foenem go bend the strip

Catch a **** posted on the side block, bet he get fired up, 9 block creep through every dip

Switch on the back of them Glocks, puttin' shit in a box, fuck **** know what's goin' on with a 6 (Rrah, with the 6)

**** already know how we rock

Another **** mad 'cause I fucked his bop

Another **** mad 'cause we smacked that top

When we hop out, brr, get sent up top (Frr)

I'm clutchin' my banger, your shit in the car

ARP got a laser, get hit from a far (Brr, brrt, bah)

Track' make a loud noise when we beat up the block

Opp (Opp)

**** already know we spin (Spin)

Hop out, drench shit, I'll do it again (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

Big Opp, I'm the reason that he merch on his mans

Spin blocks, me and Milly'll bail out a van

10 milli' get to blowin', make his run on his mans (Frr, frr, frr)

Got shot, but ain't die, finna shoot him again

We clap shit up like we one with the fans

Went up on the score, so they losin' again (Gang)

And we spin with them buttons, got a big mouth, ain't nobody gon' touch me

Got a big gun, a **** gon' bust it (Bah)

If you ain't get shot then your dumb ass lucky

Spin in the hot, yeah, just me and Chuckyy (Yeah)

Lil' Kellz in the back, swing the door and he dumpin' (Frrah, rrah)

Bail out on opps and them **** be runnin'

If we get the lo', **** know that we comin' (We comin')

We chase shit (We chase shit)

Stand over a ****, 10 mil' give him face lift (Rrah, rrah)

You ain't heard that we face shit? (Come here)

Got booked, came home, ran up 10K quick (That's light shit)

Last opp got caught broad day, shit, left his brains on the curb he a brainless (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

With some killer, we armed and dangerous

Take a fuck **** J, he J-less

Headshot, heard dude got painted (Rrah)

In the striker, two V's, we racin' (Frr)

Back-to-back, we coolin', just blazin' (Blazin')

AutoProPAD ain't nothin' basic (Basic)

Neck shot make a **** stop breathin'

Got caught, now his whole gang grievin' (Grievin')

Fuck 12, high-speed, we leavin' (Frr)

Stay up in score they think we cheatin' (Cheat)

Too many new opps think they teamin' (They teamin')

Free B wright, ****, free that demon (Demon, demon)

Dude made a diss, he got clapped, couldn't believe it (Frrah, rrah)

In the stu' with Chuckyy, you know that we tweakin' (Tweakin', tweakin')

Don't get caught, boy, it's that season (Season)

Bail out on him, you can't run, boy

Too many shots bailin' out this gun, boy (Come here, come here)

Big-ass nick' sound like a bomb, boy (Come here, rrah)

SRT sound like a lawnmower (Lawnmower, lawnmower)

Know how the fuck we comin', man

That bitch sound like a lawnmower, ****, gettin' that bah-grrah

Uh, uh, yeah, that's us