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  Nigga try us, we gon put him in his grave 
  We gon put him in his grave 
  Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
  Pull up in the Rari with the fire like dragon
  And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
  What happenin?
  Someone call your mama, she gon come collect your casket
  Ooh!
  We gon put him in his grave 
  Closed casket, no case
  Ima hide my face
  My bullets shoot with pain
  Tell her fall back, I need space
  We ahead of them in this race
  Give me good top in the Range
  Woah, did 180 up on the dash 
  I count it up like its math 
  I ball hard like Im Steve Nash, woah 
  I fucked your bitch, then gave her back
  You hit her phone like, Where you at?
  I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy 
  I got VVS on my teeth 
  Ima ride or die for my team
  My diamonds shine, I might lean
  My coupe came with wings
  Youre a broke boy who fiends
  Ima take em out when I see em
  You a hatin nigga, why you breathin?
  Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
  Pull up in the Rari with the fire like dragon
  And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
  What happenin?
  Someone call your mama, she gon come collect your casket
  Ooh!
  We gon put him in his grave 
  Closed casket, no case
  Ima hide my face
  My bullets shoot with pain
  Tell her fall back, I need space
  We ahead of them in this race
  Give me good top in the Range
  Gnarly mentality
  Put your lil bitch on salary
  Made her cut back on calories, ayy
  Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
  VVs shining, and they looking like some sun rays
  Slap a pussy nigga if he start talkin crazy
  Slap a lil nigga if he start talkin brazy
  Collect the pain while Im going through these changes
  I got bands now, now Im gettin a lil famous
  Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera
  Dont even remember, think lil mama name was Pamela
  When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want
  When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want
  Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
  Pull up in the Rari with the fire like dragon
  And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
  What happenin?
  Someone call your mama, she gon come collect your casket
  Ooh!
  We gon put him in his grave 
  Closed casket, no case
  Ima hide my face
  My bullets shoot with pain
  Tell her fall back, I need space
  We ahead of them in this race
  Give me good top in the Range