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letra de graveyard steppers - li rye

[intro]
if you ain’t at a house party, you at the wrong f-ckin’ party
(i got hitman on the beat)

[chorus]
b-tch i’m big 26k, i’m a graveyard stepper
and i’m ytg i shoot for free, b-tch you gon’ die you play wit me
i got the opps under my feet, i put the bullet, go deep
i know he see me in his dreams, scared i’ma wack him in his sleep
i’m sippin’ purple all in tmv, slidin’ through tunnelville
tryna’ see where all these n-ggas be
i know that them n-ggas b-tches
they clutch a switch but still ride around with that pole
if i catch one lackin’, hop out with that ratchet
then go jump out on the road
all a bean, i’m rollin’ and i’m rich just like a 60
brand new glock hold a 50
this timberland to big to fit up in my britches
just dropped a bag on my cousin, b-tch ass, cause that n-gga was snitchin’
bump stock on this choppa, n-gga f-ck yo momma
she shouldn’t’ve had yo b-tch ass anyway
cause yo b-tch ass just be in the way
it could be d-self, but i’m still clutchin’ hard on my heat
just like it’s made n-gga
don’t get shot in yo face n-gga
on this song we don’t play n-gga
callin’ dope easy better come and smash yo ass all in broad day n-gga
i call a 4x baby, hit you 4 times
i got lil shawty jump in this hoe, he quick to go coked up on a b-tch like he got no mind
how the f-ck you dissin’ me?
when yo p-ssy ass ain’t got no iron
for the same price as a president’s rollie i’ll get you wacked
and won’t waste no time
i got the whole south in this b-tch right now and ready to bust
i’m hands on when this new glock-26 and i can’t wait to touch one
blb with the gang, bad b-tch just come through i’m just tryna’ f-ck
she gon’ eat that d-ck up till her jaws lock and i still never closed up
b-tch i’m big 26k, i’m a graveyard stepper
and i’m ytg i shoot for free, b-tch you gon’ die you play wit me
i got the opps under my feet, i put the bullet, go deep
i know he see me in his dreams, scared i’ma wack him in his sleep
(ha-ha)
(ah-ha-ha)
[outro]
on so many drugs right now i can’t even think straight
a n-gga run up wrong i’ma up this b-tch and rrrah
i won’t hesitate, ion listen to what god say, that’s why i never pray
been demon my whole life, b-tch you can see that sh-t all in my face
heard that light-skin, b-tch you be way got checked out by my lil people
can’t say his name but lil 23 know what gon’ happen when i see him
they shot yo dog up in his mouth, for bout’ 6 months they had him t–thin’
yo other brudda got knocked off, tryna get in
paramedics said he wasn’t breathin’
only k for k i know it’s k!ll for k!ll but whatchu tryna’ do
see me hop up out this b-tch, i’m tryna’ shoot, slang this b-tch out the roof
and i’m clutchin’ on my steel just like a boot
tryna’ k!ll him and you
i don’t speak on bodies, b-tch ass, know i got a fuse, i’ll step on you
rich n-gga, still up out the trenches, might spin ina vett
lil setup hoe be play me like i’m stupid i can’t go for that
my money long as a b-tch, my momma broke and lame i ain’t goin back
a n-gga made me mad and i’m quick to snap
ion hear sh-t then i’m gon’ double back
ion need no switch i spin with semi’s
fake roxies in my system, ion give a f-ck b-tch you know i’ma grim-
pull on side his car. shoot that b-tch till it’s empty and still got cases pendin’
i was broke as f-ck ain’t used to sh-t so every check i get i spend it

- li rye

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