Swear to God, nigga, we on this shit Tell them niggas to get up or stay down
I feel bad for you niggas tryna compete with me
(blrrr)
Nigga think just cause he 6'5 he putting fear in me
They be listening to my songs, nigga, but they ain't hearing me
Pour that deuce up in my cup, only thing that's curring me
Oh my God, he got a gun, boy, you is not scaring me
Nigga, this a S-R-T, know that bitch be sliding
Met a bad bitch at the club, ask her, is she riding
Ain't no nigga I hang with, pussy, we all slime
F*ck this world we living in, everybody dying
This bitch sliding for the gang, she one of a kind
I told bro, hop in the V, yeah, I know he sliding
He tried to run, he couldn't get far, this fully hit his spine
Ask the opps, we spanking ass, the other side dying
Niggas really broke as f*ck, they ain't got no cheese
I got this fye, won't hesitate to let that bitch squeeze
She like, can I use your snap? Baby, use yo own phone
Soon we get through f*cking, baby, go and put yo clothes on
Balenciaga's on my feet, but I ain't doing no running
Hit his ass up with that switch, "shhh" know it's burning
If I bounce out and he start running, I'ma chase him out his socks
We ain't got no alleyways, huh, put you in a box
150 on the scale, boy, I'm not tryna box
We tryna send yo ass to hell, boy, switch, knock you out yo socks
All my niggas having motion, we ain't never punch no clock
I told bro, pass me the ball, he know I'm shaky with the rock
We tryna kick a nigga door in, he move, his ass get popped
He tried to run, he hit the alleyway, Drake made the nigga drop
He said he was doing what? Bitch, I'm posted on the block
Turn a nigga egg to yoke, stand over his ass and hit the mop
All these niggas fake gangstas, tell they ass they need to stop
They ain't really getting no motion, boy, we got this shit on lock
Hit him all up in his head, turn him to a vegetable
Can't come around to guys, if you broke, that's unacceptable
Knock off a opp and bring a bag in, now that's incredible
These hollows hit you in your mouth, you think that shit was edible
You can't run from this bitches, boy, these switches spreadable
Hella guns up in this bitch, boy, but that's expectable
Big ass diamonds around my neck, this shit look incredible
Louis V's up on my feet, designer man, I'm telling you
Roll that gas up in my woods, "shh" I'm inhaling you
Get up off yo ass and get a bag, some shit you better do
GTS J1 - Gravedigga Lyrics
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Swear to God, nigga, we on this shit Tell them niggas to get up or stay down
I feel bad for you niggas tryna compete with me
(blrrr)
Nigga think just cause he 6'5 he putting fear in me
They be listening to my songs, nigga, but they ain't hearing me
Pour that deuce up in my cup, only thing that's curring me
Oh my God, he got a gun, boy, you is not scaring me
Nigga, this a S-R-T, know that bitch be sliding
Met a bad bitch at the club, ask her, is she riding
Ain't no nigga I hang with, pussy, we all slime
F*ck this world we living in, everybody dying
This bitch sliding for the gang, she one of a kind
I told bro, hop in the V, yeah, I know he sliding
He tried to run, he couldn't get far, this fully hit his spine
Ask the opps, we spanking ass, the other side dying
Niggas really broke as f*ck, they ain't got no cheese
I got this fye, won't hesitate to let that bitch squeeze
She like, can I use your snap? Baby, use yo own phone
Soon we get through f*cking, baby, go and put yo clothes on
Balenciaga's on my feet, but I ain't doing no running
Hit his ass up with that switch, "shhh" know it's burning
If I bounce out and he start running, I'ma chase him out his socks
We ain't got no alleyways, huh, put you in a box
150 on the scale, boy, I'm not tryna box
We tryna send yo ass to hell, boy, switch, knock you out yo socks
All my niggas having motion, we ain't never punch no clock
I told bro, pass me the ball, he know I'm shaky with the rock
We tryna kick a nigga door in, he move, his ass get popped
He tried to run, he hit the alleyway, Drake made the nigga drop
He said he was doing what? Bitch, I'm posted on the block
Turn a nigga egg to yoke, stand over his ass and hit the mop
All these niggas fake gangstas, tell they ass they need to stop
They ain't really getting no motion, boy, we got this shit on lock
Hit him all up in his head, turn him to a vegetable
Can't come around to guys, if you broke, that's unacceptable
Knock off a opp and bring a bag in, now that's incredible
These hollows hit you in your mouth, you think that shit was edible
You can't run from this bitches, boy, these switches spreadable
Hella guns up in this bitch, boy, but that's expectable
Big ass diamonds around my neck, this shit look incredible
Louis V's up on my feet, designer man, I'm telling you
Roll that gas up in my woods, "shh" I'm inhaling you
Get up off yo ass and get a bag, some shit you better do
I feel bad for you niggas tryna compete with me
(blrrr)
Nigga think just cause he 6'5 he putting fear in me
They be listening to my songs, nigga, but they ain't hearing me
Pour that deuce up in my cup, only thing that's curring me
Oh my God, he got a gun, boy, you is not scaring me
Nigga, this a S-R-T, know that bitch be sliding
Met a bad bitch at the club, ask her, is she riding
Ain't no nigga I hang with, pussy, we all slime
F*ck this world we living in, everybody dying
This bitch sliding for the gang, she one of a kind
I told bro, hop in the V, yeah, I know he sliding
He tried to run, he couldn't get far, this fully hit his spine
Ask the opps, we spanking ass, the other side dying
Niggas really broke as f*ck, they ain't got no cheese
I got this fye, won't hesitate to let that bitch squeeze
She like, can I use your snap? Baby, use yo own phone
Soon we get through f*cking, baby, go and put yo clothes on
Balenciaga's on my feet, but I ain't doing no running
Hit his ass up with that switch, "shhh" know it's burning
If I bounce out and he start running, I'ma chase him out his socks
We ain't got no alleyways, huh, put you in a box
150 on the scale, boy, I'm not tryna box
We tryna send yo ass to hell, boy, switch, knock you out yo socks
All my niggas having motion, we ain't never punch no clock
I told bro, pass me the ball, he know I'm shaky with the rock
We tryna kick a nigga door in, he move, his ass get popped
He tried to run, he hit the alleyway, Drake made the nigga drop
He said he was doing what? Bitch, I'm posted on the block
Turn a nigga egg to yoke, stand over his ass and hit the mop
All these niggas fake gangstas, tell they ass they need to stop
They ain't really getting no motion, boy, we got this shit on lock
Hit him all up in his head, turn him to a vegetable
Can't come around to guys, if you broke, that's unacceptable
Knock off a opp and bring a bag in, now that's incredible
These hollows hit you in your mouth, you think that shit was edible
You can't run from this bitches, boy, these switches spreadable
Hella guns up in this bitch, boy, but that's expectable
Big ass diamonds around my neck, this shit look incredible
Louis V's up on my feet, designer man, I'm telling you
Roll that gas up in my woods, "shh" I'm inhaling you
Get up off yo ass and get a bag, some shit you better do
Writer: GTS J1
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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