Grave Digga Lyrics
(Any last words?)
(D-Roc)
(Aye, it’s Top, ah, what?)
Look, look, look
Look now, I don’t know ’bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a n**** out of words, boy
Stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon’ purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch your words, boy
Bitch, best be more than hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off bars (Gone off bars)
Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (Stolen rod)
You know me
Bitch, I be YB, I’m a gravedigger
Green flag, youngin’ shoot for me, he a gravedigger
I go by YoungBoy, I make murder music and I’m known to kill shit
They dissin’, makin’ murder music and I hit that kill switch
Dead rapper, dead regular hood n****, they know I drill shit
Them same n***** I was poppin’ pills with, them boys I’m still with
Demon baby, he strapped down when you see ’em, he got his mask with ’em
Green flag and he blast n*****
Stolen pistol and his flag with ’em
Caught up with the system, he a villain, still say, “Fuck it, spin ’em”
Play, gon’ be a cold killin’ and I don’t even know the n****
And I don’t know ’bout what you heard, boy
Best believe we swerve, boy
We leave shit stretched on the curb, boy
Left out of words, boy
Play with me, we gon’ go to war
Bitch, I swear to God
Lil’ bro gon’ hit your block in stolen cars, jump out with stolen rods
Now, I don’t know ’bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a n**** out of words, boy
Stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon’ purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch your words, boy
Bitch, best be more than hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off bars (Gone off bars)
Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (Stolen rod)
You know me
Bitch, I be YB, I’m a gravedigger
Green flag, youngin’ shoot for me, he a gravedigger
Look, I make beats too
With that stick, I’m in the streets too
But I love from out that window, I shot shit up with JB, too
Won’t stop until we kill the whole crew
Cock it back and do that dude
Wake the bitch up early mornin’ (How you comin’?)
Comin’ out the house and youngin’ shot the tool
Lil Top, I break all the rules
I don’t fuck with none of them dudes
Lost his gun off jiggaboos, he went and brought another tool
They say they gon’ try to rob who? Lil Top, you lose, go with your move
You bang with us, you lose your life
Won’t make it through, bitch
Now, I don’t know ’bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a n**** out of words, boy
Stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon’ purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch your words, boy
Bitch, best be more than hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off bars (Gone off bars)
Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (Stolen rod)
You know me
Bitch, I be YB, I’m a gravedigger
Green flag, youngin’ shoot for me, he a gravedigger