"Grave Digger" lyrics

Last nigga dropped a diss, got played all in his shit
Fa fa fa
Spinned my block, he shot and missed
Now he on that list
Low-key duck behind tint
Feet up, send a hit
Ah, caught him, then I shot my switch
Exercise my wrist

Real gravedigger, boy, this shovel got ten bodies on it
I go knock out ten opps before I snake my homie
Stolo swervin', curb to curb, I'm just steady rollin'
This my third drill this week and I'm steady scorin'

Broad day without a mask, I'm tryna prove a point
My favorite artist went to jail, my felons took his lunch
Who I smoked? Boy, that Leeke stuffed inside my blunt
Belt to ass, all the opps, they my fuckin' sons

Pull on his curb, swear to God I'm tryna send him home
Tayvon caught a face shot, he got a Wooski dome
Shh died goin' live — boy, get off that phone
Out in public with my shiesty and my hoodie on

This blood money — kill a opp and you get forty racks
I give you twenty, get the other half, you make it back
It's four killers in my car with over twenty hats
And from the East to the West, we put shit on wax

And I touched twenty stolen cars before twenty racks
Like Ray Lewis in the blitzin', I'ma get that sack
Bae, come hop inside my car — this a stolen splat
And all you Clubhouse killers really be some rats

I call for my big brother — a real soul snatcher
Trampoline team, jump — we the body catchers
That boy fightin' for his life and laid out on that stretcher
Like Undertaker, givin' tombstones like I'm a wrestler

You hear that "fa-fa-fa-fa" — nigga move around
Bullets hittin' car to car, niggas gettin' down
King Six from the bricks — I been had my crown
Extended clip inside my Glock, but I'ma make it count

Say you smoke Teki — I smoke Leeke, Leeke, Leeke, man
I hit the club, I pop a Perc and do my Leeke dance
Thought he gon' make it — that boy died inside that ambulance
That boy standin' on that block — I come and grab my mans

Nigga, hey — nigga, nigga
I come and grab my mans