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grave - gnar lyrics

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[intro: lil skies & gnar]
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n-gga try us, we gon’ put him in his grave (yeah, yeah)
we gon’ put him in his grave (fire like a dragon, n-ggas know)

[chorus: gnar & lil skies]
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, f-ck around, get tragic
what happenin’?
someone call your mama, she gon’ come collect your casket
ooh!
we gon’ put him in his grave (sh-t!)
closed casket, no case
i’ma hide my face
my bullets shoot with pain
tell her fall back, i need sp-ce
we ahead of them in this race
give me good top in the range

[verse 1: lil skies]
woah, did 180 up on the dash (dash)
i count it up like it’s math (math)
i ball hard like i’m steve nash, woah (nash)
i f-cked your b-tch, then gave her back
you hit her phone like, “where you at?”
i got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy (backdoor)
i got vvs on my t–th (my t–th)
i’ma ride or die for my team
my diamonds shine, i might lean
my coupe came with wings
you’re a broke boy who fiends
i’ma take ’em out when i see ’em
you a hatin’ n-gga, why you breathin’?

[chorus: gnar & lil skies]
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, f-ck around, get tragic
what happenin’?
someone call your mama, she gon’ come collect your casket
ooh!
we gon’ put him in his grave (sh-t!)
closed casket, no case
i’ma hide my face
my bullets shoot with pain
tell her fall back, i need sp-ce
we ahead of them in this race
give me good top in the range

[verse 2: gnar]
gnarly mentality
put your lil’ b-tch on salary
made her cut back on calories, ayy
feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
vv’s shining, and they looking like some sun rays
slap a p-ssy n-gga if he start talkin’ crazy
slap a lil’ n-gga if he start talkin’ brazy
collect the pain while i’m going through these changes
i got bands now, now i’m gettin’ a lil’ famous
bust it open for me and i catch it all on camera
don’t 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

[chorus: gnar & lil skies]
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, f-ck around, get tragic
what happenin’?
someone call your mama, she gon’ come collect your casket
ooh!
we gon’ put him in his grave (sh-t!)
closed casket, no case
i’ma hide my face
my bullets shoot with pain
tell her fall back, i need sp-ce
we ahead of them in this race
give me good top in the range

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