"GRAVE" lyrics

Run it up, hoes ain't keeping up
Heat it up, we been teed it up
Drop the top on a big boy
She vibing with me like a rose toy
Wanna race me? Let's speed it up
Came all black, we pink'd it up
Murder, She Wrote, that redrum
I thought a broke nigga said, "Shut up"

All up my ass
Must be the crack
These nigga fans
Can't give 'em dap
Fuck being cute, bitch, I really rap
Smoking gas keep several pounds in the trap
I'm the one put PG on the map
I'm the bitch with two "C"s on the bag
Open the clip, and it's me in a mag
I'm a cheater, shout out to my dad

Seen them run off with the style, it's okay
They never say nothing I wanted to say
It never gave nothing I wanted to gave
I'm taking you bitches with me to the grave
I don't get low, I set the bar
She said she a fan, I bet you are
Swinging, I'm knocking shit right out the park
Rocking shit like I rip on a guitar

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Steel paint, car upgraded
Spend a broke bitch savings
Your new whip, I traded
Hoes be copy pasting
I'm rocking the latest
Created the wave while they faking
I turnt up this shit from the basement
My flow like some dick they can't take it, oh

Make 'em give it up
Spent a pretty dub
Tits sit pretty, yeah
Wanna lick my kitty? Yeah
Chrome hearts not dickies
Throw shit like frisbee
Can't feel no pity
These hoes ain't getting up with me

Yeah
Yeah
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