TO THE GRAVE
Uh-uh (oh, Drew big time now)
Who is it?
Foreign cars and bad bitches, you know that's the life (all facts)
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right (Lord knows I'm sinnin')
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right (I'ma do whatever)
Yeah, it's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Boy, I'm in this shit for M's, I can give a fuck 'bout the fame (fuck 'bout it)
Pussy, you is not him, ask, they do not know your name (he never hear about you)
I can get a nigga touched, they ain't even gotta be in this state
And they know I'm the one
Ain't tryna speak on no internet beef, niggas know me, I'm gon' get it done
Know I stay strapped, you catch me in the back, if I jump out this bitch, boy, I bet he can't run
Stand over and finish him, no, we don't shoot if it's innocents (uh-uh)
You know I ain't into that dissin' shit (uh-uh), he just want some attention, let's spin him (uh-huh)
Went on him, fasho he a goofy, we went on him
E'ry whip I pull up and got ten of 'em, I'm from HotBlock, bitch, we don't got no big homies (uh-uh)
Sit on it, we get that lo', we gon' sit on it
I know some niggas who really want fame, but watch how I pull up with switch, homie
Foreign cars and bad bitches, you know that's the life (all facts)
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right (Lord knows I'm sinnin')
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right (I'ma do whatever)
Yeah, it's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Boy, I'm in this shit for M's, I can give a fuck 'bout the fame (fuck 'bout it)
Pussy, you is not him, ask, they do not know your name (he never hear about you)
I can get a nigga touched, they ain't even gotta be in this state
Brand-new whip (uh, skrrt), brand-new wristwatch
And you know this shit don't ticktock (uh-uh)
Bad lil' bitch wanna lip lock (ayy), I don't want nothin' but head (uh-uh)
Still be high on the meds (meds), I walk right in Hermès (Hermès)
Go buy wifey a Birkin, my side bitch flip-flops
I was just duckin' the feds, but I'm goin' straight to the 10 OP (uh)
I go viral off the trenches, I'll go viral on TikTok (G Herbo)
Really in the streets, fuck hip-hop, make a rap diss, get zip locked
As much as I be preachin' peace, I'm still like, "Fuck the opps" (fuck the opps)
I just wake up, wanna shop, bad lil' bitch, she know how I rock
Gettin' this cake and I can't stop, why would I ever wanna stop?
Never cared 'bout sendin' shots, everywhere I got my Glock
Ayy, before you get on this yacht, is you wit' it or not?
Foreign cars and bad bitches, you know that's the life (all facts)
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right (Lord knows I'm sinnin')
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right (I'ma do whatever)
Yeah, it's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Boy, I'm in this shit for M's, I can give a fuck 'bout the fame (fuck 'bout it)
Pussy, you is not him, ask, they do not know your name (he never hear about you)
I can get a nigga touched, they ain't even gotta be in this state
Put the heat in his face, skrrt off, high-speed on the jakes
Yeah, they be on me, my vultures stay hungry, think it's light, put the beef on the plate
Yeah, we the reason they merch on they homie, hop out and 'em demons'll chase
I got a bag and a bad bitch on me, niggas like to just be in the way, uh
Tell 'em pour up my liquor, I'm in this bitch with my niggas
Too many killers, no, you can't get in my picture
I know that she notice I'm bigger, want her, I get her
I got that shit out the mud and I really ran up eight figures
I get to thinkin' 'bout blood, now I'm startin' to lose my temper
I got a bad bitch down in Dallas, I never had shit, now I got it
Foenem gon' splash shit 'til he vanish, I need cash quick, I'm an addict
I like to roll hard 'til my brain gone, off an X pill how I manage
And I won't give a fuck if my fame gone, bitch, I kept it real with my savage, uh
Who is it?
Foreign cars and bad bitches, you know that's the life (all facts)
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right (Lord knows I'm sinnin')
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right (I'ma do whatever)
Yeah, it's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Boy, I'm in this shit for M's, I can give a fuck 'bout the fame (fuck 'bout it)
Pussy, you is not him, ask, they do not know your name (he never hear about you)
I can get a nigga touched, they ain't even gotta be in this state
And they know I'm the one
Ain't tryna speak on no internet beef, niggas know me, I'm gon' get it done
Know I stay strapped, you catch me in the back, if I jump out this bitch, boy, I bet he can't run
Stand over and finish him, no, we don't shoot if it's innocents (uh-uh)
You know I ain't into that dissin' shit (uh-uh), he just want some attention, let's spin him (uh-huh)
Went on him, fasho he a goofy, we went on him
E'ry whip I pull up and got ten of 'em, I'm from HotBlock, bitch, we don't got no big homies (uh-uh)
Sit on it, we get that lo', we gon' sit on it
I know some niggas who really want fame, but watch how I pull up with switch, homie
Foreign cars and bad bitches, you know that's the life (all facts)
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right (Lord knows I'm sinnin')
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right (I'ma do whatever)
Yeah, it's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Boy, I'm in this shit for M's, I can give a fuck 'bout the fame (fuck 'bout it)
Pussy, you is not him, ask, they do not know your name (he never hear about you)
I can get a nigga touched, they ain't even gotta be in this state
Brand-new whip (uh, skrrt), brand-new wristwatch
And you know this shit don't ticktock (uh-uh)
Bad lil' bitch wanna lip lock (ayy), I don't want nothin' but head (uh-uh)
Still be high on the meds (meds), I walk right in Hermès (Hermès)
Go buy wifey a Birkin, my side bitch flip-flops
I was just duckin' the feds, but I'm goin' straight to the 10 OP (uh)
I go viral off the trenches, I'll go viral on TikTok (G Herbo)
Really in the streets, fuck hip-hop, make a rap diss, get zip locked
As much as I be preachin' peace, I'm still like, "Fuck the opps" (fuck the opps)
I just wake up, wanna shop, bad lil' bitch, she know how I rock
Gettin' this cake and I can't stop, why would I ever wanna stop?
Never cared 'bout sendin' shots, everywhere I got my Glock
Ayy, before you get on this yacht, is you wit' it or not?
Foreign cars and bad bitches, you know that's the life (all facts)
Always ask God to forgive me, I ain't livin' right (Lord knows I'm sinnin')
I can't go broke, if it get low, take gang on a heist
Yeah, I'ma do whatever just to make this shit right (I'ma do whatever)
Yeah, it's some shit I'm takin' to the grave
Boy, I'm in this shit for M's, I can give a fuck 'bout the fame (fuck 'bout it)
Pussy, you is not him, ask, they do not know your name (he never hear about you)
I can get a nigga touched, they ain't even gotta be in this state
Put the heat in his face, skrrt off, high-speed on the jakes
Yeah, they be on me, my vultures stay hungry, think it's light, put the beef on the plate
Yeah, we the reason they merch on they homie, hop out and 'em demons'll chase
I got a bag and a bad bitch on me, niggas like to just be in the way, uh
Tell 'em pour up my liquor, I'm in this bitch with my niggas
Too many killers, no, you can't get in my picture
I know that she notice I'm bigger, want her, I get her
I got that shit out the mud and I really ran up eight figures
I get to thinkin' 'bout blood, now I'm startin' to lose my temper
I got a bad bitch down in Dallas, I never had shit, now I got it
Foenem gon' splash shit 'til he vanish, I need cash quick, I'm an addict
I like to roll hard 'til my brain gone, off an X pill how I manage
And I won't give a fuck if my fame gone, bitch, I kept it real with my savage, uh
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Writer(s): Wright Herbert Randall, Taurus Bartlett
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