Gravesite (feat. Xavier Wulf)
I'm right in the front I don't stand in the background
The glock on hop on my hip I'm not passing a pat down
Like Venus Serena I'm pulling the racks out
My foot on they neck & I'm making tap out
If somebody press me I'm beating the crap out of em
If somebody press me I'm beating I'm beating shit out em
Nigga got mad cuz I hit a lick without em
Yea
Im right in the front I don't stand in the background
The glock on hop on my hip I'm not passing a pat down
Like Venus Serena I'm pulling the racks out
My foot on they neck & I'm making tap out
If somebody press me I'm beating the crap out of em
If somebody press me I'm beating I'm beating shit out em
Bitch got mad cuz I fucked a bitch without her
I pull up you ducking you making me laugh
I heard he was broke he be running from tabs
All of my niggas got money for grabs
We enter the club they run from the back
Pull up I'm screaming it ain't none of that
& don't get it twisted I shoot at ya plaques
All them lil niggas know better than that
I'm sipping on yak while I smoke on a flat
I'm irritated cuz where was he at
When i pull up he tried to squeeze thru the back
She feeling like I don't love her like that
I can see how she can come up with that
I don't see how you be dealing with that
If he think he tough I'll be dealing with that
I'm on the map like where ever he at
Strapped
I'm pulling the trigger he pulling his hamstring
Im getting this money I'm doing my damn thing
The money is calling everytime the phone ring
Niggas ain't fuckin w none of the hometeam
Bitch got a daughter i bought her pony
I mixed up the beef like baloney
I'm passing the glock 45 to homie
I need to go turn myself in morning
I'll turn my self in in the morning wake up
Turn of the lights & I fuck up her make up
Getting this money I'm keeping my pay stubs
Get me a check & take that to the shake junt
Take that to the ass club
I dump at the police they calling for back up
Upping the glock & shot at the bastard
He ran from the glizzy the bullets was faster
Pretend like I lover I could be actor
Pretend like I love her I could be in movies
Beat up the pussy that's animal cruelty
Cop me some shrooms & I'm making a smoothie
& I do this smoothly
Pick up a Thot & we sipping on trulys
I'm making this money you making excuses
Keep making excuses
Upping the glock Ima just got shot losers
Say what you want I'm not clearing no rumors
1000 on shoes I'm not wearing no pumas
Shoot at his head I just gave him a tumor
He might die tomorrow he need to die sooner
Merk me a Nigga pull up to the funeral
Merk me a niggga pull up to the gravesite
Creep on the opps I pull up on late night
I po up in lemonade I hate sprite
I just went left on a bitch cuz I ain't right
Finna go slide on the opps nigga hang tight
Tell them niggas hang on
Choppa be signing the same song
Wake up in the morning break up with a red bone
Put my pants on then head home
I dumped on the opps now im leaving in handscuffs
Bought me a glizzy I'll shoot at yo handruff
Question mark Jeffery don't give em no answers
Shitting on niggas I'm Losing my manners
Shitting on niggas I'm Losing my manners
I lower my standards I pull up with hammers
The glock on hop on my hip I'm not passing a pat down
Like Venus Serena I'm pulling the racks out
My foot on they neck & I'm making tap out
If somebody press me I'm beating the crap out of em
If somebody press me I'm beating I'm beating shit out em
Nigga got mad cuz I hit a lick without em
Yea
Im right in the front I don't stand in the background
The glock on hop on my hip I'm not passing a pat down
Like Venus Serena I'm pulling the racks out
My foot on they neck & I'm making tap out
If somebody press me I'm beating the crap out of em
If somebody press me I'm beating I'm beating shit out em
Bitch got mad cuz I fucked a bitch without her
I pull up you ducking you making me laugh
I heard he was broke he be running from tabs
All of my niggas got money for grabs
We enter the club they run from the back
Pull up I'm screaming it ain't none of that
& don't get it twisted I shoot at ya plaques
All them lil niggas know better than that
I'm sipping on yak while I smoke on a flat
I'm irritated cuz where was he at
When i pull up he tried to squeeze thru the back
She feeling like I don't love her like that
I can see how she can come up with that
I don't see how you be dealing with that
If he think he tough I'll be dealing with that
I'm on the map like where ever he at
Strapped
I'm pulling the trigger he pulling his hamstring
Im getting this money I'm doing my damn thing
The money is calling everytime the phone ring
Niggas ain't fuckin w none of the hometeam
Bitch got a daughter i bought her pony
I mixed up the beef like baloney
I'm passing the glock 45 to homie
I need to go turn myself in morning
I'll turn my self in in the morning wake up
Turn of the lights & I fuck up her make up
Getting this money I'm keeping my pay stubs
Get me a check & take that to the shake junt
Take that to the ass club
I dump at the police they calling for back up
Upping the glock & shot at the bastard
He ran from the glizzy the bullets was faster
Pretend like I lover I could be actor
Pretend like I love her I could be in movies
Beat up the pussy that's animal cruelty
Cop me some shrooms & I'm making a smoothie
& I do this smoothly
Pick up a Thot & we sipping on trulys
I'm making this money you making excuses
Keep making excuses
Upping the glock Ima just got shot losers
Say what you want I'm not clearing no rumors
1000 on shoes I'm not wearing no pumas
Shoot at his head I just gave him a tumor
He might die tomorrow he need to die sooner
Merk me a Nigga pull up to the funeral
Merk me a niggga pull up to the gravesite
Creep on the opps I pull up on late night
I po up in lemonade I hate sprite
I just went left on a bitch cuz I ain't right
Finna go slide on the opps nigga hang tight
Tell them niggas hang on
Choppa be signing the same song
Wake up in the morning break up with a red bone
Put my pants on then head home
I dumped on the opps now im leaving in handscuffs
Bought me a glizzy I'll shoot at yo handruff
Question mark Jeffery don't give em no answers
Shitting on niggas I'm Losing my manners
Shitting on niggas I'm Losing my manners
I lower my standards I pull up with hammers
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Beard, Jeffery Harper, Kenneth Young
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