Lor Scoota - Graveyard lyrics

[Hook: PnB Rock] From the jungle where them n***as yeah they play hard Ina trap all night pullin graveyard Hella straps, i just got me an new AR I got no raps outtin n***as ina graveyard [Chorus: Lor Scoota] 2x n***a play we goin send em to the graveyard Big four fifth, blow ya face off n***a 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 n***as is b**hes Stay in my business more than my b**hes f** out my face, stay in ya place Hating a** n***as 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 n***as tweeting some sh** they wouldn't even say Get online, like scoota a b**h, f** where he from I'd say it to his face Pull in the trench with a big four fifth, n***as dont say sh**, who got something to say Pull up on a b**h, i ain't gotta say sh**, she goin jump right in when she see my face Gotta wear a mask when i do a n***a 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 who*e, keep it on me everyday That n***a been a who*e, I know yo from around the way Drop another diss song you goin be ina grave Put that sh** on Eddie B grave, SON! Teach ya a** how to behave, n***as mad cause im taking the wave Ain't got no raps say my name ina rap dont let 16 bars get ya a** clapped, cause i got 16 hollows in strap, riding round dark tint windows ona AC Heard a n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a yeah we got it all n***a Young n***a poppin percs like they tylenol n***a I be gettin wasted like a rockstar n***a Straight from the block, ima block star n***a Big face rollie, got a clock on n***a, Reach for my watch you get sh** lor n***a Graveyard, pkay hard got no raps puttin n***as in graveyard Yeah I rap but i still go straight hard Yeah i strap everywhere all day long I be going ape sh**, all my n***as 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, k** the choir singers Its gonna be a funeral casket ringing If I say f** these n***as 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 b**h man Use it like a can beat n***a with that b**h man [Hook & Chorus]