Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Realbleeda
Vocals
CoBleeda
CoBleeda
Vocals
David Catherine
David Catherine
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duke Harrison
Duke Harrison
Songwriter
Jerikco Thomas
Jerikco Thomas
Songwriter
David Catherine
David Catherine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dukeonthetrack
Dukeonthetrack
Producer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
QRedOnTheTrack
QRedOnTheTrack
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Grave, ****, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm a made ****, still catching plays, ****
Put him six feet in the grave since he wanna be a gravedigger
Don't call my phone, ain't no discussion, we gon' meet one day, ****
Lil' one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me I woulda pinched you with that bitch
[Verse 3]
Polluted guts, that's how we leave a opp for thinking he the shit
Run down dropping bullets in his chest, bitch, I'm not Michael Vick
Put him on ice and when that shit crack then he gon' get away with this
She on my pipe and she just met me, she got plans with sexing me
I go bleeda already, I'm on beaucoup medicine
Like a butt, getting to the bread, ain't talking sesame
In the mirror in this Amiri, uh, ain't no Guess on me
She said "Can we fuck?" I say, "You serious?" (Bitch, is you next to me?)
And you better not question me
Answers for you I don't have
All on that line, then you a opp or you a rat, you getting stabbed
You wanna get stretched or duck a jab
I'll be the next pack put in the air
We the cartel, leave their fucking faces on the slab
[Verse 4]
I'm a made ****, still catching plays, ****
Put him six feet in the grave since he wanna be a gravedigger
Don't call my phone, ain't no discussion, we gon' meet one day, ****
Lil' one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me I woulda pinched you with that bitch
I'm a made ****, still catching plays, ****
Put him six feet in the grave since he wanna be a gravedigger
Don't call my phone, ain't no discussion, we gon' meet one day, ****
Lil' one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me I woulda pinched you with that bitch
[Verse 5]
Look, see, lil' one spazzed you with that bitch, if that was me I woulda pinched you
Tryna walk down on the corner and I'ma stuff this .30 in you
We put shit up for real, bitch, all my **** gravediggers
Woulda left him on the stairs but that rat had played with him
Look we outside, you post up and we pulling up
You ain't never gotta ask me, ****, I'm gon' fuck with something
And that out the window ain't good enough, I'm kicking doors tryna leave him stuck
Had to bait him in with a bitch, treat him like a tick and got that pussy plucked
I heard the feds coming, they hit, the bleedas ain't said nothing
We bang but we ain't bangers, we go head hunting
****, all my **** made ****
We lay on you for days, ****
We gon' drag him to his grave since he wanna be a gravedigger
[Verse 6]
I'm a made ****, still catching plays, ****
Put him six feet in the grave since he wanna be a gravedigger
Don't call my phone, ain't no discussion, we gon' meet one day, ****
Lil' one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me I woulda pinched you with that bitch
I'm a made ****, still catching plays, ****
Put him six feet in the grave since he wanna be a gravedigger
Don't call my phone, ain't no discussion, we gon' meet one day, ****
Lil' one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me I woulda pinched you with that bitch
Written by: David Catherine, Duke Harrison, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jerikco Thomas
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...