Graveyard

Only worried bout money amounts risking I'm not bluffin
Tryna buy momma more than a house man we had nothing
She like when you gonna bring me spouse sadly I'm not trusting

Picked ole girl up from a opp house
Found out they was cousins

I've been set up no let up
A man or woman I'm still clutching

All this gas that I smoke
That coughing be the repercussion

All this za that I smoke
I'm coughing I need robitusin

Shorty like mill you smoke to much
Then she get to fussin

We was fussin like 30 minutes ago
And now we fuckin

Ima reload the 30 it hate these niggas
Uncle ruckus

I don't bang but I slangin the heavy iron
For the ruckus

How the fuck is you Trappin and rappin
You was shootin buckets

Ima grow on the game no fame
Nigga like I'm fungus

You was bussin at me
You missed
Now you hatin on us

All these niggas my seeds
My jhits
Copy me they puppets

We the same when we bleed
You bitch
I'm not fearing nothing

Me and dukes was walkin for two winters in the snow
Niggas think that they struggling got garages be a joke
Was 11 years old when I saw a nigga sniffin coke

Saw a qp the same day young nigga was like woah
17 it was pay day I got for the low

9-5 wasnt my way the money was to slow
Do not tell me to stay shawty cause milly gotta go

Yea I'm sippin the juice with cream soda red rose
Fuck I'm tired of waiting they like to mill you gotta blow
Comin out of a crab barrel I'm trappin for the dough
Don't talk numbers with me Jumped off the porch a while ago
You a rookie to trappin because ya numbers really show

I'm clairvoyant I'm reading niggas
Predictable as hell

Know some scammers and card crackers
That's trappin off of zelle

See no evil I speak no evil
No I could never tell

I Know a oppa is listening
So fuck you to as well

I remember when the days when we was trappin out the backyard
Shootin them 30's with motherfuckers was the scrap yard
Now I clutch smith and Wesson when niggas tryna act hard
Now I'm days no one scrappin won't end up in a graveyard
Remember when the days when we was trappin out the backyard
Shootin them 30's with motherfuckers was the scrap yard
Now I clutch smith and Wesson when niggas tryna act hard
Now I'm days no one scrappin won't end up in a graveyard
Remember when the days when we was trappin out the backyard
Shootin them 30's with motherfuckers was the scrap yard
Now I clutch smith and Wesson when niggas tryna act hard

Now I'm days no one scrappin won't end up in a graveyard