GRAVE

Nigga 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, ayy (backdoor)
 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' nigga, 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.
 My new mentality
 Put your lil' bitch on celery
 Made her cut back on calories, ay
 Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
 VV's shining, and they looking like some sun rays
 Slap a pussy nigga if he start talkin' craz
 Slap a lil nigga 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 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