CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : GRAVESITE Freestyle
(Yea)
Aye, B, line ‘em up
Ooh, catch a n***a slippin like a great white (Ayy)
Creepin thru the backdoor, make yo front lawn yo gravesite
These n***as b*t*hes and i hate dykes
That choppa got a d**k on it like i’m supportin’ gay rights (Goddamn)
n***a
Catch a bullet like you Jay Wright
This shotgun gon’ make a n***a move back (Bow Bow)
n***a these ain’t prop guns, you f**k around, get blew back
The n***a actin’ like he smokin’ gas but it’s boof pack (On God)
My n***a, we don’t do that
He got a strap, but he could lose that
Lil brodie pull up, take it from you like “Ayy we can use that” (sh*t)
The b*t*h just keep on talkin’ out her mouth when she can use that
If hoеs came with remotes whеn she spoke; i’d mute that (Sh)
They don’t like how i be talkin’, i don’t like to talk
Outline his body with hollow tips, i ain’t like the chalk
Big $600 shoes she like to walk (She do)
Knew she was a hoe she in them heels, but runs like Marshall Faulk (Like Marshall Faulk)
We the same color but you could get killed, like my name Adolf (Yea)
Yo brother is a snitch but when you see that sh*t; yo name Ray Charles
n***as hoes nawl n***as b*t*hes, n***as actin’ like they dogs (Grr)
It ain’t no discrimination, we’ll shoot it out with the law (f**k tha’ opps)
n***a (Ayy)
We’ll shoot it out, with the law (Grtt)
The way the pistol buss’, you wouldn’t be ‘round to say “i’m gettin’ off” (My n***a)
I ain’t gon’ give no f**k, cause if i do i gotta get involved
My n***a called; (What’s the deal foo?) (Ayy Ayy)
Not sh*t, n***as on the opp list
n***as pocket watchin’, better watch who you go shop with (Ayy)
Get a n***a nair with a black Glock, it’s gothic
“I’d be lost without you, baby”
Singin’ to that b*t*h like Rob Thicke (Like Rob Thicke)
I’m prayin’ on my gun, not to god
n***a, if i ever hired you to do my work, for me, you’d be fired
‘Cause i need what i desire, people sleep but they ain’t tired (Ayy)
Oh these n***as must be high, wipe away them crusty eyes (n***a) (Haha)
He alive… and he sayin’ that he not
Lock him up, throw the key away
These n***as squares if someone box ‘em up (Box ‘em up, B)
I’ve never been suprised by a b*t*h that let me f**k
I’d be more suprised if a n***a caught me down and let me up (Yea)
Close that backdoor, n***a, better keep it shut (Shh)
Suppressor on my sh*t so n***as know im finna keep it hush
I’m headlinin’ the show, do the promoter know i keep it tucked? (Huh?)
‘Cause it ain’t goin’ up not in this club, b*t*h, i’m heatin’ up (n***a)
Ayy, boom without the shaka-laka (Boom)
n***a must have thought I was a stain, now i got him moppin’
You can’t speak on jockin’ switch the topic, boy i gotta pop you
n***a better take care of his son ‘fore he ain’t got a father (Aye B, line ‘em up)
Burner on me, it’s a near reach, hoe, i got the lava
b*t*h, i know it’s hot, this ain’t no beanie, this a balaclava (Stupid)
Baby, these some $300 jeans i’m hashin’ on
I’m passin’ on her friend, i heard, i told her to go pass it on (Go tell that b*t*h)
Ooh, catch a n***a slippin like a great white (Catch a n***a slippin’)
Creepin thru the backdoor, make yo front lawn yo gravesite
These n***as b*t*hes and I hate dykes (These n***as b*t*hes)
That choppa got a d**k on it like I’m supportin’ gay rights (Aw nawl)
n***a
Catch a bullet like you Jay Wright
This shotgun gon’ make a n***a move back (Get the f**k back)
n***a these ain’t prop guns, you f**k around, get blew back
The n***a actin’ like he smokin’ gas but it’s boof pack
(Ayy take that sh*t right away, money)
Aye, B, line ‘em up
Aye, B, line ‘em up
Ooh, catch a n***a slippin like a great white (Ayy)
Creepin thru the backdoor, make yo front lawn yo gravesite
These n***as b*t*hes and i hate dykes
That choppa got a d**k on it like i’m supportin’ gay rights (Goddamn)
n***a
Catch a bullet like you Jay Wright
This shotgun gon’ make a n***a move back (Bow Bow)
n***a these ain’t prop guns, you f**k around, get blew back
The n***a actin’ like he smokin’ gas but it’s boof pack (On God)
My n***a, we don’t do that
He got a strap, but he could lose that
Lil brodie pull up, take it from you like “Ayy we can use that” (sh*t)
The b*t*h just keep on talkin’ out her mouth when she can use that
If hoеs came with remotes whеn she spoke; i’d mute that (Sh)
They don’t like how i be talkin’, i don’t like to talk
Outline his body with hollow tips, i ain’t like the chalk
Big $600 shoes she like to walk (She do)
Knew she was a hoe she in them heels, but runs like Marshall Faulk (Like Marshall Faulk)
We the same color but you could get killed, like my name Adolf (Yea)
Yo brother is a snitch but when you see that sh*t; yo name Ray Charles
n***as hoes nawl n***as b*t*hes, n***as actin’ like they dogs (Grr)
It ain’t no discrimination, we’ll shoot it out with the law (f**k tha’ opps)
n***a (Ayy)
We’ll shoot it out, with the law (Grtt)
The way the pistol buss’, you wouldn’t be ‘round to say “i’m gettin’ off” (My n***a)
I ain’t gon’ give no f**k, cause if i do i gotta get involved
My n***a called; (What’s the deal foo?) (Ayy Ayy)
Not sh*t, n***as on the opp list
n***as pocket watchin’, better watch who you go shop with (Ayy)
Get a n***a nair with a black Glock, it’s gothic
“I’d be lost without you, baby”
Singin’ to that b*t*h like Rob Thicke (Like Rob Thicke)
I’m prayin’ on my gun, not to god
n***a, if i ever hired you to do my work, for me, you’d be fired
‘Cause i need what i desire, people sleep but they ain’t tired (Ayy)
Oh these n***as must be high, wipe away them crusty eyes (n***a) (Haha)
He alive… and he sayin’ that he not
Lock him up, throw the key away
These n***as squares if someone box ‘em up (Box ‘em up, B)
I’ve never been suprised by a b*t*h that let me f**k
I’d be more suprised if a n***a caught me down and let me up (Yea)
Close that backdoor, n***a, better keep it shut (Shh)
Suppressor on my sh*t so n***as know im finna keep it hush
I’m headlinin’ the show, do the promoter know i keep it tucked? (Huh?)
‘Cause it ain’t goin’ up not in this club, b*t*h, i’m heatin’ up (n***a)
Ayy, boom without the shaka-laka (Boom)
n***a must have thought I was a stain, now i got him moppin’
You can’t speak on jockin’ switch the topic, boy i gotta pop you
n***a better take care of his son ‘fore he ain’t got a father (Aye B, line ‘em up)
Burner on me, it’s a near reach, hoe, i got the lava
b*t*h, i know it’s hot, this ain’t no beanie, this a balaclava (Stupid)
Baby, these some $300 jeans i’m hashin’ on
I’m passin’ on her friend, i heard, i told her to go pass it on (Go tell that b*t*h)
Ooh, catch a n***a slippin like a great white (Catch a n***a slippin’)
Creepin thru the backdoor, make yo front lawn yo gravesite
These n***as b*t*hes and I hate dykes (These n***as b*t*hes)
That choppa got a d**k on it like I’m supportin’ gay rights (Aw nawl)
n***a
Catch a bullet like you Jay Wright
This shotgun gon’ make a n***a move back (Get the f**k back)
n***a these ain’t prop guns, you f**k around, get blew back
The n***a actin’ like he smokin’ gas but it’s boof pack
(Ayy take that sh*t right away, money)
Aye, B, line ‘em up
