"Graveyard" lyrics
(feat. Farii, Bloodbathhh & Kellz)
Yo' get the fuck out
Ya'll know how the fuck we comin' man
Rrah, rrah
When you spinnin' you bet not lack do a nigga like rick switch it up put a hole in his tummy
My niggas don't like talkin' walk up just wrappin' shit up while I'm callin' the mummys
This four-o came with a thirty clip I let .30 spit spark shit up like thunder
Everybody got that one dead nigga 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 bitty
Drench 'em drench shit up while we milk shit up forty-cal just came with a titty
Long live fred got the tat' on my neck get high reminisce so I'm doggin' the hemi
Bloodbathh pop out the cut leave his shit on the ground you know we ain't doin' no bitty hits
I like seven-six-twos and two-two-threes hit a nigga up ridin' through [?]
Niggas ain't never on they block fuck it its dry as fuck told foe'nem go bend the strip
Catch a nigga posted on the side block bet he get fired up [?] creepin' through every dip
Switch on the back of them Glocks puttin' shit in a box [?] goin' on with a six
Niggas already know how we rock, another nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bop
Another nigga mad 'cause we smacked that top, when we hop out brrd get sent up top
I'm clutchin' my banger and yo shit in the car, ARP got a laser get hit from a far
Trying to make a loud noise while we beat up the block
Opp (Opp!)
Niggas already know we spin (Spin!) hop out drench shit I'll do it again (RRAH!)
Big Opp I'm the reason that he merch on his mans, spin blocks me and Milly uh bail out in advance
Ten-milly get to blowin' make his run on his mans, got shot but ain't die finna shoot him again
We clap shit up like we one with the fans, wasn't up on the score so they loosin' again
And we spin with them buttons, got a big mouth ain't nobody gon' touch me
Got a big gun and a nigga gon' buss it (BAH BAH), if you ain't get shot then yo' dumbass lucky
Spin in the [?] just me and Chuckyy, lil' Kellz in the back swing the door and he dumpin'
Bail out on opps and them niggas be runnin', if we get the lo' niggas know that we comin'
We chase shit, stand over a nigga ten-mil give him face lifts (Rrah rrah!)
You ain't heard that we face shit, got booked got home ran up 10K quick
Last opp got caught broad day shit, Left his brains on the curb he a brainless
With some killa's we armed and dangerous, take a fuck nigga J he J-less
Headshot heard dude got painted, in the striker two V's we racin'
Back to back we cool just blazin', auto pro pad ain't nothin' basic
Neck-shot make a nigga stop breathin', got caught now his whole gang grieving
Fuck twelve high speed we leavin', stay up in score they think we cheatin'
Too many new opps think they teamin', free [?] nigga free that demon
Dee made a diss' got clapped couldn't believe it, in the stu' with Chuckyy you know that we tweakin'
Don't get caught boy its that season
Bail out on him you can't run boy
Too many shots bailin' out this gun boy
Big ass 'nic sound like a button boy
SRT sound like a lawnmower (Sound like a lawnmower)
Know how the fuck we comin' man that bitch sound like a lawnmower nigga we get in that brraah
Yeah that's us
Ya'll know how the fuck we comin' man
Rrah, rrah
When you spinnin' you bet not lack do a nigga like rick switch it up put a hole in his tummy
My niggas don't like talkin' walk up just wrappin' shit up while I'm callin' the mummys
This four-o came with a thirty clip I let .30 spit spark shit up like thunder
Everybody got that one dead nigga 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 bitty
Drench 'em drench shit up while we milk shit up forty-cal just came with a titty
Long live fred got the tat' on my neck get high reminisce so I'm doggin' the hemi
Bloodbathh pop out the cut leave his shit on the ground you know we ain't doin' no bitty hits
I like seven-six-twos and two-two-threes hit a nigga up ridin' through [?]
Niggas ain't never on they block fuck it its dry as fuck told foe'nem go bend the strip
Catch a nigga posted on the side block bet he get fired up [?] creepin' through every dip
Switch on the back of them Glocks puttin' shit in a box [?] goin' on with a six
Niggas already know how we rock, another nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bop
Another nigga mad 'cause we smacked that top, when we hop out brrd get sent up top
I'm clutchin' my banger and yo shit in the car, ARP got a laser get hit from a far
Trying to make a loud noise while we beat up the block
Opp (Opp!)
Niggas already know we spin (Spin!) hop out drench shit I'll do it again (RRAH!)
Big Opp I'm the reason that he merch on his mans, spin blocks me and Milly uh bail out in advance
Ten-milly get to blowin' make his run on his mans, got shot but ain't die finna shoot him again
We clap shit up like we one with the fans, wasn't up on the score so they loosin' again
And we spin with them buttons, got a big mouth ain't nobody gon' touch me
Got a big gun and a nigga gon' buss it (BAH BAH), if you ain't get shot then yo' dumbass lucky
Spin in the [?] just me and Chuckyy, lil' Kellz in the back swing the door and he dumpin'
Bail out on opps and them niggas be runnin', if we get the lo' niggas know that we comin'
We chase shit, stand over a nigga ten-mil give him face lifts (Rrah rrah!)
You ain't heard that we face shit, got booked got home ran up 10K quick
Last opp got caught broad day shit, Left his brains on the curb he a brainless
With some killa's we armed and dangerous, take a fuck nigga J he J-less
Headshot heard dude got painted, in the striker two V's we racin'
Back to back we cool just blazin', auto pro pad ain't nothin' basic
Neck-shot make a nigga stop breathin', got caught now his whole gang grieving
Fuck twelve high speed we leavin', stay up in score they think we cheatin'
Too many new opps think they teamin', free [?] nigga free that demon
Dee made a diss' got clapped couldn't believe it, in the stu' with Chuckyy you know that we tweakin'
Don't get caught boy its that season
Bail out on him you can't run boy
Too many shots bailin' out this gun boy
Big ass 'nic sound like a button boy
SRT sound like a lawnmower (Sound like a lawnmower)
Know how the fuck we comin' man that bitch sound like a lawnmower nigga we get in that brraah
Yeah that's us
