GRAVE lyrics

by

XELISHURT



[Intro: XELISHURT]
Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy (Uh, uh)
b*tch, you look at me (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah, b*tch just look at me
Ayy, yeah, yeah, b*tch you look at me

[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
Yeah, all these b*tches f*ckin' look at me
Came up in my eyes, tell me what you motherf*ckin' smite
b*tch is back at it, motherf*ckin' crack addict
Uh, got a bad habit, gotta f*ckin' backstab it
Uh, b*tch spinnin', b*tch I been winnin' (Yuh, yuh)
Uh-huh, big winnin', b*tch, you’ve been finishin' (Yuh, yuh)
Cash money, b*tch, I’ve big earnings (Yuh, yuh)
Shut the f*ck up, motherf*ckers better learn it, huh
b*tch, yes I walk up in the cut (Uh)
Stab 'em in the stomach till that blade is f*ckin' stuck
f*ck it’s heavy like a truck, motherf*ckers never l-l-l-l-lucky (Uh)
Two f*ckin' shells, I might load 'em in my bucket (Uh)
If I’m walking through the halls, then you see me and my gun big
Go and f*ckin' touch me, I’m the hardest like a stone
I always pass on the bone, like I chase 'em to my phone
Motherf*ckers wanna talk, 'til they see my f*ckin' home

[Verse 2 NIKKO & XELISHURT]
If I'm posted on your block, turn me on, I'm for the bop
If you need me to get some grave, I’m yawning on the spot
Say a word? Body in the earth
I’ma make her learn, shake the earth
Which is f*cking worth, I put it to the dirt
All my pockets swole up, rocket go up
b*tches on my c*ck, it's gon' c*m, nostrils go numb
Little outta pocket, I’m dumb
Suggest I’m running for the sky, it’s the sun
And I’m on it, don’t come for it, b*tch
What’s up in ya body? I feel like battling the filth
Yuh, he know I got that potion, now they wanna f*ck up sh*t
Glowed up, f*ck that he was goated till a [?] hit his grill
Ayy, you know he funny, goated when he'll fight for the-
Stack motherf*ckers, says you’ve murdered my day
f*ck it big, I’ma turn up big, it's over on the cake
And I about to split, on a [?], posted on his shelf
Will it fit? You know who it is, you have to Google it
[Outro: NIKKO]
And yeah, I’ma hit it a bullet, uh, straight up hit his face
And my brodie mine, gunned to, got left to say?
I’ma shoot, I’m doing fun's for the block, get paid
One step to his knee, one closer to your grave
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