GraveDiggers! Lyrics

I've been posted at the trap, I've been serving the feins

Ahh, Huh

Keep that glock on my hip, like what do you mean?

Brand new glock, it's a 23

Hit the boy yeah, right in his chest

Fuck it, hit that boy up in his spleen

Yeah

We gon pull up at night, told that lil boy yuh we finna creep

This is a certified hood classic

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I've been posted at the trap, I've been serving the feins

Ahh, Huh

Keep that glock on my hip, like what do you mean?

Brand new glock, it's a 23

Hit the boy yeah, right in his chest

Fuck it, hit that boy up in his spleen

Yeah

We gon pull up at night, told that lil boy yuh we finna creep

Yuh

I don't give a fuck we real gravediggers

We roll em up, and put em in graves

Fuck the opp boy, if I see em on the road we flipping the K

Fuck all of that Instachat

Told that boy "I want all of the smoke today"

And I got that bad bitch in the kitchen, working,

Whipping up, on the cocaine

I don't give a fuck

I keep a choppa yeah and I keep a stick

I don't give a fuck about that boy he get hit

Yeah we throw em, yeah in the ditch

Fuck that boy yeah he snitch

Yeah he rat

Yeah he bitch

He do that pillow talking shit

He love pillow talking to the bitch

And I can't testify against a homie

Told that lil nigga I keep that pollie

And If I see that boy lacking on road, Im finna run up on him and I'm blowing

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Yeah you know scene finna be real tragic

I don't give a fuck, yeah we causing havoc

Yeah we finna make that lil boy disappear like it is some magic

Sending a blitz, yeah I am the captain

We gone turn the boy into past tense

Put some holes in that boy fitted, cuz that boy be doing that cappin

I just be spitting facts when I'm rapping

Try talk about that smoke, I'm finna be like "What's Cracking-Lacking"

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