GraveDiggers!

I've been posted at the trap, I've been serving the feins Ahh, Huh Keep that glock on my hip, like what do you mean? Brand new glock, it's a 23 Hit the boy yeah, right in his chest Fuck it, hit that boy up in his spleen Yeah We gon pull up at night, told that lil boy yuh we finna creep This is a certified hood classic Yah Yah Yah I've been posted at the trap, I've been serving the feins Ahh, Huh Keep that glock on my hip, like what do you mean? Brand new glock, it's a 23 Hit the boy yeah, right in his chest Fuck it, hit that boy up in his spleen Yeah We gon pull up at night, told that lil boy yuh we finna creep Yuh I don't give a fuck we real gravediggers We roll em up, and put em in graves Fuck the opp boy, if I see em on the road we flipping the K Fuck all of that Instachat Told that boy "I want all of the smoke today" And I got that bad bitch in the kitchen, working, Whipping up, on the cocaine I don't give a fuck I keep a choppa yeah and I keep a stick I don't give a fuck about that boy he get hit Yeah we throw em, yeah in the ditch Fuck that boy yeah he snitch Yeah he rat Yeah he bitch He do that pillow talking shit He love pillow talking to the bitch And I can't testify against a homie Told that lil nigga I keep that pollie And If I see that boy lacking on road, Im finna run up on him and I'm blowing Yah Yeah you know scene finna be real tragic I don't give a fuck, yeah we causing havoc Yeah we finna make that lil boy disappear like it is some magic Sending a blitz, yeah I am the captain We gone turn the boy into past tense Put some holes in that boy fitted, cuz that boy be doing that cappin I just be spitting facts when I'm rapping Try talk about that smoke, I'm finna be like "What's Cracking-Lacking" Yah