grave (feat. prodbydeuxe)

Yeah, uh, yo That's him That's him Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Consistently sippin' on lean I run this shit up, yeah, I'm stackin' my green I throw back a perk, I don't f*ck with no bean You ain't gettin' no money, you ain't part of the team My palms be itchy, you can call me a fiend for the money Came from the bottom, sellin' bows of that onion Stackin' my chips ian talm bout no funyuns Six.4 hawk em down we ain't talm bout no bunnies Yo, uh, uh, yo WTD, be that gang You try to run up, you get hit with a flame twin just copped, new Draco you play with the gang Gon' let that bitch sing These pills got me goin' insane I'm tryin' to get rich, a cop, Bentley Mulsane Got a brand new Glock on my hip You speak with my name, I'ma up off the rip Yeah, I'm known to make shit flip I got to dumping and made the car flip Yeah, they scared to come outside I ain't workin' no job, I ain't boxin' no fries Got a green beam on my nine And when he see me, he be duckin' and hidin These niggas really be duckin' and dodgin That shit crazy Brand new G19, I ain't leavin' no witness I'm clearin' the scene I ain't gettin' no sleep off the bean I've been takin' the drugs, yeah, they call me a fiend I really be sippin' on lean Can't f*ck with fake perks,what the f*ck do you mean That ain't your bitch, she fuckin' the gang He mad bout the hoe, hit his ass with that flame That f*ck nigga thought that this shit was a game Put his ass six feet, yeah, deep in that grave