Graveyard

[Hook: PnB Rock] From the jungle where them niggas yeah they play hard Ina trap all night pullin graveyard Hella straps, i just got me an new AR I got no raps outtin niggas ina graveyard [Chorus: Lor Scoota] 2x Nigga play we goin send em to the graveyard Big four fifth, blow ya face off Nigga play we goin send em to the graveyard Shoots fired to late can't take off [Verse 1: Lor Scoota] Im in the trenches You niggas is bitches Stay in my business more than my bitches Fuck out my face, stay in ya place Hating ass niggas won't let me be great They goin make me end up catching a case He goin end up catching one to the face Runni ya mouth, live in ya mother house Niggas tweeting some shit they wouldn't even say Get online, like scoota a bitch, fuck where he from I'd say it to his face Pull in the trench with a big four fifth, niggas dont say shit, who got something to say Pull up on a bitch, i ain't gotta say shit, she goin jump right in when she see my face Gotta wear a mask when i do a nigga dirty, anybody can be a witness, who don't know me It was Mr. Bird Flu, first thing they goin say, thats what the money for get you hit broad day You got money still whore, keep it on me everyday That nigga been a whore, I know yo from around the way Drop another diss song you goin be ina grave Put that shit on Eddie B grave, SON! Teach ya ass how to behave, niggas mad cause im taking the wave Ain't got no raps say my name ina rap dont let 16 bars get ya ass clapped, cause i got 16 hollows in strap, riding round dark tint windows ona AC Heard a nigga look for me know exactly where im at 1500 selling scrambled, coke & smack Get hit with the choppa you ain't neva coming back [Hook & Chorus] [Verse 2: Lor Scoota] Trap all night, work graveyard shift 1 in the morning sales still getting hit Got cut on the scale, hella blow ona table, ina hotel breaking down grams watchin cable Whole sale, I'll give it too you for the 80, thats 4,000 if you tryna get 50 You looking for the pounds i can call my nigga 50 Bet he on his block right now sellin 50s Come thru hit the phone boy what you need Scrambled, coke, smack, ready, percs & weed Got it all nigga yeah we got it all nigga Young nigga poppin percs like they tylenol nigga I be gettin wasted like a rockstar nigga Straight from the block, ima block star nigga Big face rollie, got a clock on nigga, Reach for my watch you get shit lor nigga Graveyard, pkay hard got no raps puttin niggas in graveyard Yeah I rap but i still go straight hard Yeah i strap everywhere all day long I be going ape shit, all my niggas day 1 Planet of the apes, boy all you see is king kongs Knock the bones out ya face, with this big nina Reach for my ice get the choir singers Come to the funeral, kill the choir singers Its gonna be a funeral casket ringing If I say fuck these niggas i mean it Been itching for a body, my adrenaline kickin in Leanin of the lean, got me bent like a kick stand Choppa so big I can lean on this bitch man Use it like a can beat nigga with that bitch man [Hook & Chorus]