TBB Cole & Lowkey 83 - Graveyard

Graveyard Gang
Tell me why the fuck these niggas keep playin
83
Tell me why the fuck these pussy niggas tryna play hard (the fuck)
DOA that's homicide we send shit to the graveyard (dead)
It's in me it's not on me bitch this Gansta shit I'm made for it (that's me)
Got it on me exotic glock they wonder what I paid for it
Bout my bread a bag on top his head so ima aim for it (Boom Bah!)
We be flexing in dem foreigns Spin da bins in Honda Accord (let me out)
Spin they block let off some shots I like to slide when I get bored (let's go)
Every time a body drop they wanna blame us for it
Tried to run got shot like Ricky in his back & fell forward
I know dat made his mama cry fuck round and lost her baby boy
Mortal Kombat I just finished him I not the one to start
Got some shit that's gone tear up ya car I put the bitch in park
Feds steady stalking me errday I'm duckin from the narcs (feds)
They wanna lock me up I'm in the water swimmin wit the sharks ( deep)
Draw down on him paint him red I think I'm really good at art (blood)
You don't wanna die don't come outside you scared just play it smart
Nigga bleed just like I bleed why the fuck would I fear a man (ain't goin)
Shoot it out wit the police ain't tryna go back to da can (Fafa)
Actin street but really sweet when shit went down you took the stand (rat)
Jump out the car and get on feet a nigga seen me and he ran
Choppa bullets hawk em down don't give a fuck if he was fast (grab)
Flee the scene bending corners I kiss the curb & damnea crash (skrrt)
Hit the club and throw some cash da stripper bitches throwing ass
Tell a ho I'm tryna smash I can't resist it if she bad
I like my bitches ratchet actin boujiee like she got some class
Slang the drake this bitch my favorite gun the best I ever had
So many shots he had a closed casket heard they did him bad
My shooter always be on go might do a drill without no mask
Tell me why tf these pussy niggas tryna play hard (the fuck)
DOA that's homicide we send shit to the graveyard (dead)
It's in me it's not on me bitch this Gansta shit I'm made for it (that's me)
Got it on me exotic Glock they wonder what I paid for it
Bout my bread a bag on top his head so ima aim for it (Boom Bah!)
We be flexing in dem foreigns Spin da bins in a Honda Accord (let me out)
Spin they block let off some shots I like to slide when I get bored (let's go)
Every time a body drop they wanna blame us for it
Booted up off hella drugs I'm feeling like I lost my mind
I was staring at the walls when I was locked up doin time
Now I beat down yo bitch walls her ass up face down
Ain't gone slide inside it raw ho this the first and last time
Come and shop wit me a lotta drugs yea we got every kind (dope)
Cook that dope up like McDonald's just to buy go thru a line (whip)
Hit that dope it left him stuck you see dat look up in his eyes
Let's go get in the car and ride I'm tryna make somebody die
I ain't fuckin wit these niggas act just like some bitches (hoes)
Exotic Glock flash wit the beam I just attached a switch (graa)
Run him down and get real close aim for his head don't miss it (pa)
No co defendant niggas snitching one deep on a mission (hoes)
Really wit it out my body they might think I'm trippen
Can't go out sad I keep my glizzy I ain't never slippen
7.62 Go thru his brain he don't know hit em
Push me too close to the edge & turnt me to a killa
Tell me why tf these pussy niggas tryna play hard (the fuck)
DOA that's homicide we send shit to the graveyard (dead)
It's in me it's not on me bitch this Gansta shit I'm made for it (that's me)
Got it on me exotic Glock they wonder what I paid for it

Written by:
Earl Gresham

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