GRAVE歌詞

作詞 : Caleb Sheppard/Kimetrius Foose/Bryan Simmons/Eric Dan/McCulloch Sutphin/Michael Lohmeier/Jordan Orvosh/Robert Wooten III/Andrew Hogan
作曲 : Caleb Sheppard/Kimetrius Foose/Bryan Simmons/Eric Dan/McCulloch Sutphin/Michael Lohmeier/Jordan Orvosh/Robert Wooten III/Andrew Hogan
***** try us, we gon' put him in his grave
We gon' put him in his grave
Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
And we like the car tinted, **** around, get tragic
What happenin'?
Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
Ooh!
We gon' put 'em in his grave (****!)
Closed casket, no case
I'ma hide my face
My bullets shoot with pain
Tell her fall back, I need space
We ahead of them in this race
Gimme' good top in the Range
Woah, did 180 up on the dash (dash)
I count it up like it's math (math)
I ball hard like I'm Steve Nash, woah (Nash)
I ****** your *****, then gave her back
You hit her phone like, "where you at?"
I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy, ayy (backdoor)
Got VVS on my teeth (my teeth)
I'ma ride or die for my team
My diamonds shine, I might lean
My coupe came with wings
You're a broke boy who fiends
I'ma take 'em out when I see 'em
You a hatin' *****, why you breathin'?
Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
And like the car tinted, **** around, get tragic
What happenin'?
Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
Ooh!
We gon' put 'em in his grave (****!)
Closed casket, no case
I'ma hide my face
My bullets shoot with pain
Tell her fall back, I need space
We ahead of them in this race
Gimme' good top in the Range
My new mentality
Put your lil' ***** on celery
Made her cut back on calories, ay
Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
VV's shining, and they looking like some sun rays
Slap a ***** ***** if he start talkin' craz
Slap a lil ***** if he start talkin' braz
Collect the pain while I'm going through these changes
I got bands now, now I'm gettin' a lil famous
Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera
Don't even remember, think lil mama name was Pamela
When I die, bury me like a legend, all I really want
When I die, bury me like a legend, all I really want
Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
And we like the car tinted, **** around, get tragic
What happenin'?
Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
Ooh!
We gon' put 'em in his grave (****!)
Closed casket, no case
I'ma hide my face
My bullets shoot with pain
Tell her fall back, I need space
We ahead of them in this race
Gimme' good top in the Range