GRAVEYARD

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Imma be gone
From the grave till dawn
Bitch you a pawn
Got that grey
Fettered on yo lawn
Know what's going on
I won't decay
Lookin like a fawn
Speak through yo moms
Like a toupé
Floating like a swan
Find him in that lake
Till late
Hit em like Mulan fa ping
Imma be stepping up in that ring
Breath
Trippin till 5 am
Be smashing all yo plates
Rest
I don't really care
Finna be stabbed in yo face
Till its too late
Pressed
Lighting that match
Cook another batch
Smoking that fat
looking like I'm Andrew Tate
Smoke that green till I'm passed
Hold up bitch don ride too fast
Got my 9 tucked between her lap
Until I'm feelin gassed
Told her reach up in tha back
Grab that pack that's filled with cash
Run it to that bro that's steady waiting
For some heisen smak
Running right back like a free throw
Got no cash that's a repo
22 9 mil block feelin fed up breaking out my aikido
Let that motherfucker steamroll
Asked that bitch to deep throat
Spitting my bars so smooth in the groove like I show up in tuxedo
Stand so far you see my wrist
Grab my hand you can forget you exist
Pop yo shit n leave you in a ditch
I'll treat you like a cyst
Hope you wind up on my list
Treat you like an activist who knows
He's really in the shit
Wind up dirty feeling it
Celexa lexapro Prozac pexeva
Feelin shifty like hyperreflexia
Only way I know this shit won't work
is cuz I'm sitting next to ya
Got me runnin back to my crib
Tryna pac tha chaw
Running down that motherfucker
Warring through tha thaw
Imma be gone
From the grave till dawn
Bitch you a pawn
Got that grey
Fettered on yo lawn
Know what's going on
I won't decay
Lookin like a fawn
Speak through yo moms
Like a toupé
Floating like a swan
Find him in that lake
Till late
Hit em like Mulan fa ping
Imma be stepping up in that ring
Breath
Trippin till 5 am
Be smashing all yo plates
Rest
I don't really care
Finna be stabbed in yo face
Till its too late
Pressed
Lighting that match
Cook another batch
Smoking that fat
looking like I'm Andrew Tate
211 187
Send them edgers straight to heaven
I be whipping in that coop
And I got homies revving engines
Tripple 6 not tripple 7
Smoking on the devils lettuce
Lifting bitches like Eleven
Hoping that they learn a lesson
When they go super saiyan
Tucson bitches know our name
5 2 0 is to blame
F*ck the fakes and what they claim
Bitch you gone learn today
How to lay down and decay
Fix my pistol to convey
How these motherfuckers ain't to late
I be saucing I do this often
When I make my shit
Caution while I'm plotting
With my crucifix
They be rotten in a coffin
When I load my clip
Bobbing while me mobbing
F*ck the politics
Keep on fucking with my family
And I'll put you in a grave yard
I'll be creeping, sneaking, seeking
Like a ghost like I am Gengar
Everybody's heard the name
People wanna know the game
They can't see the bigger picture
Let me grab a bigger frame cause
Imma be gone
From the grave till dawn
Bitch you a pawn
Got that grey
Fettered on yo lawn
Know what's going on
I won't decay
Lookin like a fawn
Speak through yo moms
Like a toupé
Floating like a swan
Find him in that lake
Till late
Hit em like Mulan fa ping
Imma be stepping up in that ring
Breath
Trippin till 5 am
Be smashing all yo plates
Rest
I don't really care
Finna be stabbed in yo face
Till its too late
Pressed
Lighting that match
Cook another batch
Smoking that fat
looking like I'm Andrew Tate

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