Graveyard lyrics

[Intro: Chuckyy]
Bro, get the f*ck out, haha
Y'all know how the f*ck we comin', man
Grrah, rrah

[Verse 1: Chuckyy]
When you spinnin', you better not lack
Do a n*gga like Ricky, switch it up, put a hole in his tummy (Come here)
My n*ggas don't like talk
Walk up, just wrappin' sh*t up while I'm callin' the mummies (You know that)
This four-o came with a thirty clip, I let thirty spit, spark sh*t up like thunder
Everybody got that one dead n*gga, better think twice thinkin' 'bout puttin' me under
Uh, how you wanna do it? We spinnin' with chops and Dracs when we ridin' through the bity
Drench him, drench sh*t up while we milkin' sh*t up, .40 cal' just came with a titty (Rrah, rrah)
Long live Fred, got it tatted on my neck, get high, rеminisce while I'm doggin' the Hеmi
Bloodbathh pop out the cut, leave his sh*t on the ground, you know we ain't doin' no bity hits (Bah-bah, bah, grrah, grrah)
I like 7.62s and .223s, hit a n*gga up, watch him do plenty flips
n*ggas ain't never on they block, f*ck it, it's dry as f*ck, told foenem go bend the strip
Catch a n*gga posted on the side block, bet he get fired up, 9 block creep through every dip
Switch on the back of them Glocks, puttin' sh*t in a box, f*ck n*ggas know what's goin' on with a 6 (Rrah, with the 6)
n*ggas already know how we rock
Another n*gga mad 'cause I f*cked his bop
Another n*gga mad 'cause we smacked that top
When we hop out, brr, get sent up top (Frr)
I'm clutchin' my banger, your sh*t in the car
ARP got a laser, get hit from a far (Brr, brrt, bah)
Track' make a loud noise when we beat up the block
[Verse 2: Big Opp & Chuckyy]
Opp (Opp)
n*ggas already know we spin (Spin)
Hop out, drench sh*t, I'll do it again (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Big Opp, I'm the reason that he merch on his mans
Spin blocks, me and Milly'll bail out a van
10 milli' get to blowin', make his run on his mans (Frr, frr, frr)
Got shot, but ain't die, finna shoot him again
We clap sh*t up like we one with the fans
Went up on the score, so they losin' again (Gang)
And we spin with them buttons, got a big mouth, ain't nobody gon' touch me
Got a big gun, a n*gga gon' bust it (Bah)
If you ain't get shot then your dumb ass lucky
Spin in the hot, yeah, just me and Chuckyy (Yeah)
Lil' Kellz in the back, swing the door and he dumpin' (Frrah, rrah)
Bail out on opps and them n*ggas be runnin'
If we get the lo', n*ggas know that we comin' (We comin')

[Verse 3: Bloodbathh & Chuckyy]
We chase sh*t (We chase sh*t)
Stand over a n*gga, 10 mil' give him face lift (Rrah, rrah)
You ain't heard that we face sh*t? (Come here)
Got booked, came home, ran up 10K quick (That's light sh*t)
Last opp got caught broad day, sh*t, left his brains on the curb he a brainless (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
With some killer, we armed and dangerous
Take a f*ck n*gga J, he J-less
Headshot, heard dude got painted (Rrah)
In the striker, two V's, we racin' (Frr)
Back-to-back, we coolin', just blazin' (Blazin')
AutoProPAD ain't nothin' basic (Basic)
[Verse 4: Kellz22 & Chuckyy]
Neck shot make a n*gga stop breathin'
Got caught, now his whole gang grievin' (Grievin')
f*ck 12, high-speed, we leavin' (Frr)
Stay up in score they think we cheatin' (Cheat)
Too many new opps think they teamin' (They teamin')
Free B wright, n*gga, free that demon (Demon, demon)
Dude made a diss, he got clapped, couldn't believe it (Frrah, rrah)
In the stu' with Chuckyy, you know that we tweakin' (Tweakin', tweakin')
Don't get caught, boy, it's that season (Season)
Bail out on him, you can't run, boy
Too many shots bailin' out this gun, boy (Come here, come here)
Big-ass nick' sound like a bomb, boy (Come here, rrah)
SRT sound like a lawnmower (Lawnmower, lawnmower)

[Outro: Chuckyy]
Know how the f*ck we comin', man
That b*tch sound like a lawnmower, n*gga, gettin' that bah-grrah
Uh, uh, yeah, that's us