GRAVE (Explicit)

GRAVE (feat. Lil Skies) (Explicit) - Lil Gnar/Lil Skies

Lyrics by：Caleb Sheppard/Kimetrius Foose/Bryan Simmons/Eric Dan/McCulloch Sutphin/Michael Lohmeier/JORDAN ORVOSH/Robert Wooten III/Andrew Hogan

Composed by：Caleb Sheppard/Kimetrius Foose/Bryan Simmons/Eric Dan/McCulloch Sutphin/Michael Lohmeier/JORDAN ORVOSH/Robert Wooten III/Andrew Hogan

N***a 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 f**k around get tragic

What happenin'

Someone call your mama she gon' come collect your casket

Ooh

We gon' put 'em in his grave s**t

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 dash

I count it up like it's math math

I ball hard like I'm steve Nash woah

I f**ked your b***h then gave her back

You hit her phone like where you at

I got her creeping through your backdoor ayy ayy

Got VVs on my teeth my teeth

I'ma ride or die for my team

My diamonds shine I might lean

My coupe came with wings

You're a broke boy who fiends

I'ma take 'em out when I see 'em

You a hatin' n***a why you breathin'

Issa knife like 21 my mama raised a savage

Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon

And like the car tinted f**k around get tragic

What happenin'

Someone call your mama she gon' come collect your casket

Ooh

We gon' put 'em in his grave s**t

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

My new mentality

Put your lil' b***h on celery

Made her cut back on calories ay

Feel the rage you can see it in my whole face

VV's shining and they looking like some sun rays

Slap a p***y n***a if he start talkin' craz

Slap a lil n***a if he start talkin' braz

Collect the pain while I'm going through these changes

I got bands now now I'm gettin' a lil famous

Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera

Don't even remember think lil mama name was Pamela

When I die bury me like a legend all I really want

When I die bury me like a legend all I really want

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 f**k around get tragic

What happenin'

Someone call your mama she gon' come collect your casket

Ooh

We gon' put 'em in his grave s**t

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