GRAVESHYFT
Im
Waiting
Lurkin tryna bash ya fuckin brains in
Choppa hit everybody bitch
It cant be racist
Countin up my money
While these pussies stay fakin
Drive by hella fast
Youd think a mf racin
I been dodging bullets like the matrix
Piss on yo grave
Hollow tips givin facelifts
Work hard to stow a body
Call that a GRAVESHYFT
I dont like to talk too much
I let the K spit
Tell me whats ya meaning
Imma chop ya body up
And leave u for the demons
I pray to god
Please dont stop my breathin
I been murkin pussies
Yeah he pray that i dont see him
Little do he know
Im here for a reason
Imma catch him slippin
He wont get to finish eatin
Little do he know
He gon end up sleepin
Imma have him burried
Way before this fuckin evening
Grave yard steppin
I've been bone collecting
Imma pull up in the shadows with a fuckin smith and Wesson
Rip your face off
Then I take off
I can't fuck with no bitch but I'll fuckin take yours
Say what you want i can't promise your fate
We'll catch you in night put bugs in your brain
My demons want blood they gon eat on your face
Your bitch grabbed my dick and got cut, there's a blade
Fuck what bitch gotta say
Keep talking crazy imma put you in a fuckin grave
I grew up in a psych ward playing with blade
I'm waiting in the morgue with a mask on my face
Waiting
Lurkin tryna bash ya fuckin brains in
Choppa hit everybody bitch
It cant be racist
Countin up my money
While these pussies stay fakin
Drive by hella fast
Youd think a mf racin
I been dodging bullets like the matrix
Piss on yo grave
Hollow tips givin facelifts
Work hard to stow a body
Call that a GRAVESHYFT
I dont like to talk too much
I let the K spit
Tell me whats ya meaning
Imma chop ya body up
And leave u for the demons
I pray to god
Please dont stop my breathin
I been murkin pussies
Yeah he pray that i dont see him
Little do he know
Im here for a reason
Imma catch him slippin
He wont get to finish eatin
Little do he know
He gon end up sleepin
Imma have him burried
Way before this fuckin evening
Grave yard steppin
I've been bone collecting
Imma pull up in the shadows with a fuckin smith and Wesson
Rip your face off
Then I take off
I can't fuck with no bitch but I'll fuckin take yours
Say what you want i can't promise your fate
We'll catch you in night put bugs in your brain
My demons want blood they gon eat on your face
Your bitch grabbed my dick and got cut, there's a blade
Fuck what bitch gotta say
Keep talking crazy imma put you in a fuckin grave
I grew up in a psych ward playing with blade
I'm waiting in the morgue with a mask on my face
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Writer(s): César Orozco, Entity!
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