TOMBSTONE Lyrics

I'm telling you, they can't get in here

And I'm telling you, those things turned over our car

If you're stupid enough to go die in that trap, that's your business

However, I am not stupid enough to follow you

Less is more, as long as you make it bounce, you can flex some more

Like a wrestler, I live for the pop, the roar

Lift the dead, make them drop till the morn'

Marinara on your shirt, red sauce galore

Put another name on the tombstone, tombstone

Put the whole game on a tombstone, tombstone

Infinity stones on my tombstone, tombstone

New opponent too slow, too (splash), 2-0

Another day, another body

Take a whiff of the putrid aroma all around me

Walk in with bubblegum and a shotty like Roddy

I just slaughtered the crazy 88 in the lobby

Moonwalk in a tropical thunderstorm, never going downy

If I turned blood to money, I'd be richer than a Saudi

5k an hour, I made the pitch perfect sounding

Blinded by the diamonds, ignoring what you're signing

Brand new whip, long as I stick to the manuscript

Any weapon formed against my clique, couldn't even penetrate the drip

But the second I decide to dip, they won't hesitate to hit the switch

Good luck trying to 5-point my chest

For the one I love, I'm going John Wick

Except I got a yellow jacket on, complicated vagabond

Contemplating all my rights and erasing all my wrongs

The venom in your vice makes you feel numb for the night

But by sunrise, you check your bank account like

Less is more, as long as you make it bounce, you can flex some more

Like a wrestler, I live for the pop, the roar

Lift the dead, make them drop till the morn'

Marinara on your shirt, red sauce galore

Put another name on the tombstone, tombstone

Put the whole game on a tombstone, tombstone

Infinity stones on my tombstone, tombstone

New opponent too slow, too (splash), 2-0

Well, we killed 19 of them today right in this area

Those last three we caught trying to claw their way into an abandoned shed

They must have thought somebody was in there