8
nigga 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
fuck 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
i count it up like it's math
i ball hard like i'm steve nash
woah
i fucked your bitch
then gave her back
you hit her phone like
where you at?"