GRAVE - Rico Nasty

Run it up, hoes ain't keepin' up
Heat it up, we been teed it up
Drop the top on a big boy
She vibin' with me like a rose toy
Wanna race me? Let's speed it up
Came all black, they pink'd it up
Murder, she wrote, that redrum
I thought a broke nigga said— (Shut up, bitch)
All up my ass, must be the crack
These niggas fans, can't give 'em dap
Fuck being cute, bitch, I really rap
Smokin' gas, keep several pounds in the trap
I'm the one put PG on the map
I'm the bitch with two C's on a bag
Open the clip and it's me in a mag
I'm a cheater, shout out to my dad
Seen them run off with the style, it's okay
They never say nothing I wanted to say
It never gave nothing I wanted to gave
I'm taking you bitches with me to the grave
I don't get low, I set the bar
She said she a fan, I bet you are
Swinging, I'm knocking shit right out the park
Rocking shit like I rip on a guitar

Yeah, yeah, phew, yeah, yeah

Steel paint, car upgraded
Spend a broke bitch savings
Your new whip, I traded
Hoes be copy pasting
I'm rocking the latest
Created the wave while they faking
I turnt up this shit from the basement
My flow like some dick, they can't take it, oh
Make 'em give it up (Give it up), spend a pretty dub (Pretty dub)
This sit pretty, yeah (Pretty, yuh), wanna lick my kitty? Yeah (My kitty, ah)
Chrome Hearts, not Dickies (Dickies, bitch), throw shit like frisbee (Like frisbee)
Can't feel no pity (Huh), these hoes ain't gettin' up with me (With me, with me, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, phew, yeah