woo!

[Intro]

You're an asshole, you think you know me

Graveem1nd

Haha

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Lie to my face and then fuck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?"

You just a fuck-up, your money fucked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red

He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed

My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over, you gon' see a whole lot of red

Okay, stop

Run-Run it back, bitch, I need my money up

Fuck that check up like a slut

Keep your head down, 7-Up

Hit that boy up with the (Woo!)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I love the tris and I pour it again

Fuckin' that ho in the back of the Benz

Graveed up now, don't need no friends

In Gravee I trust, in Gravee I spend

Pull up to the party and lеave with a body that don't always mean that I'm keeping it tucked

If I'm in thе cut with your bitch and her friend then I guess you can say that you ran out of luck

Money counter go (Beep) and it's stuck

All this fucking mud on me and I'm stuck

If she want it, I'ma buy her a butt

Took two L's, now I get buck

Shoutout that bitch 'cause she built like a truck

In love with the money, I'm adding it up (Woo!)

[Verse 3]

Yeah, dressed up in black and I'm counting these bands, I be fucking on thots and I'm feeling like Batman

That boy, he washed up, that boy he drowning, just like it's been trill, I put him in hashtags

That boy he big body, hefty, hefty, hefty, I'ma put him in a trash bag

She said she tryna make money so send me the CVV, give me the name to your $Cashtag

Walk in the bank and I'm laughing, ha

All of this money, it give me a flashback

Might pop a Perc on my tongue when I fly back

If I go out then I'm going out high class

Bust on her face and I'm hitting her eyelash

I swear I'm blind when it come to the price tag

Break the side window and then I'ma hijack

He wanna test me, I told him to try that (Woo!)

[Outro]

DJ Kai

Gravee

Lie to my face and then fuck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?"

You just a fuck-up, your money fucked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red

He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed

My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over you gon' see a whole lot of red

Okay, stop