GRAVE

Run it up, hoes ain't keeping up

Heat it up, we been teed it up

Drop the top on a big boy

She vibing with me like a rose toy

Wanna race me? Let's speed it up

Came all black, we pink'd it up

Murder, She Wrote, that redrum

I thought a broke **** said, "Shut up"

All up my ass

Must be the crack

These **** fans

Can't give 'em dap

Fuck being cute, bitch, I really rap

Smoking gas keep several pounds in the trap

I'm the one put PG on the map

I'm the bitch with two c's on the bag

Open the clip, and it's me in a mag

I'm a cheater, shout out to my dad

Seen them run off with the style, it's okay

They never say nothing I wanted to say

It never gave nothing I wanted to gave

I'm taking you bitches with me to the grave

I don't get low, I set the bar

She said she a fan, I bet you are

Swinging, I'm knocking shit right out the park

Rocking shit like I rip on a guitar

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Steel paint, car upgraded

Spend a broke bitch savings

Your new whip, I traded

Hoes be copy pasting

I'm rocking the latest

Created the wave while they faking

I turnt up this shit from the basement

My flow like some dick they can't take it, oh

Make 'em give it up

Spent a pretty dub

Tits sit pretty, yeah

Wanna lick my kitty? Yeah

Chrome hearts not dickies

Throw shit like frisbee

Can't feel no pity

These hoes ain't getting up with me

Yeah

Yeah

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