GRAVESITE lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, V, light 'em up

[Chorus]
Ooh, catch a n*gga slippin' like a great white (Yeah)
Creepin' through the backdoor, make yo' front lawn yo' gravesite
These n*ggas b*tches and I hate dykes
That choppa got a di*k on it like I'm supportin' gay rights (Goddamn)
n*gga, catch a bullet like you J. Rice
This shotgun gon' make a n*gga move back (Bah, bah)
n*gga, these ain't prop guns, you f*ck around, get blew back
The n*gga actin' like he smokin' gas, but it's boof pack (Haha)

[Verse 1]
My n*gga, we don't do that (Heh)
He got a strap, but he could lose that
Lil' brodie pull up, take it from you, like, "Ayy, we can use that" (sh*t)
The b*tch just keep on talkin' out her mouth when she can use that
If hoes came with remotes, when she spoke, I'd mute that (Ayy, V—)
They don't like how I be talkin', I don't like to talk
Wanna outline his body with hollow tips, I ain't like the chalk
Big six-hunnid dollar shoes, she like to walk (She do)
Knew she was a ho, she in them heels, but run like Marshall Faulk (Like Marshall Faulk)
We the same color, but you can get killed like my name Adolf
Yo' brother is a snitch, but when you see that sh*t, yo' name Ray Charles
n*ggas hoes, nah, n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas actin' like they dogs (Grr)
It ain't no discrimination, we'll shoot it out with the law (f*ck the opps)
[Verse 2]
n*gga (Ayy), we'll shoot it out with the law (Grrt)
The way the pistol bust, you wouldn't be wrong to say I'm gettin' off
I ain't gon' give no f*ck 'cause if I do, I gotta get involved
My n*gga called (What's the deal, bro, sh*t)
Ayy, ayy, not sh*t
n*ggas on the opp list
n*ggas pocket-watchin', better watch who you go shop with
Ayy, get a n*gga nailed with a black Glock, it's gothic
I be lost without you, baby, singin' to that b*tch like Rob Thicke (Ayy, V, light 'em up)
I'm prayin' to my gun, not to God
n*gga, if I ever hired you to do my work for me, you'll be fired
'Cause I need what I desire
People sleep, but they ain't tired
Oh, these n*ggas must be high
Wipe away them crusty eyes (Hehe)
He a lie and he sayin' that he not
Lock him up, throw the key away
These n*ggas squares, so someone box 'em up (n*gga)
I never been surprised by a b*tch that let me f*ck
I'll be more surprised if a n*gga caught me down than let me up (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Ayy, close that back door, n*gga, better keep it shut (Shh)
Suppressor on my sh*t, so n*ggas know I'm finna keep it hushed
I'm headlinin' this show, do the promoter know I keep it tucked? (Nah)
'Cause it ain't goin' up, not in this club, b*tch, I'm heatin' up (n*gga)
Ayy, boom without the shakalaka (Boom)
n*gga musta thought I was a stain, now I gotta mop ya (Boom)
You can't speak on Jocc then switch the topic, boy, I gotta pop ya
n*gga better take care of his son 'fore he ain't got a father (Ayy, V, light 'em up)
Burner on me, it's in near reach, ho, I got the lava (Shh)
b*tch, I know it's hot, this ain't no beanie, this a Balaclava (Stupid ass)
Baby, these some three-hunnid-dollar jeans I'm ashin' on
I'm passin' on her friend, not her, I told her to go pass it on (Go tell that b*tch)
[Chorus]
Ooh, catch a n*gga slippin' like a great white (Catch a n*gga slippin')
Creepin' through the backdoor, make yo' front lawn yo' gravesite
These n*ggas b*tches and I hate dykes (These n*ggas b*tches)
That choppa got a di*k on it like I'm supportin' gay rights (Aw, nah)
n*gga, catch a bullet like you J. Rice
This shotgun gon' make a n*gga move back (Get the f*ck back)
n*gga, these ain't prop guns, you f*ck around, get blew back
The n*gga actin' like he smokin' gas, but it's boof pack (Heh)

[Outro]
Ayy, take that sh*t away from me, man
Shots fired
Ayy, V, light 'em up