Buckin’ Grave Plott (Ft. Haystak)

[Intro: Haystak]
This shit is dedicated to my dirty thug brother Adam Andersin, AKA Xanax the Clown
He passed away yesterday
Stak Mack
Crackavelli
GravePlott
Liquid Assassin
Killa C
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Haystak]
My people wait for a signal for me to give them the get going
Knowin when they put the pistol out I'll bust at your kinfolk
It's too late to get low, after the shit that's been spoken
We gon come through that motherfucker, leave everything broken
I'm provoking that now, going through the town
I was blowin that purple, while you was smoking that brown
I make phone calls to road dogs who do what I say
Cross a line, now you lying, you gotta pay
Oh by the way, we leaving you leaking
Your family grieving
You just be bleeding and beeping, and we told your daughter you're sleeping
But even she didn't believe it, tell 'm we pop shit
Get that ass killed
Cause that's real
Fuckin with them pale faced boys, have you boxed up and measured
Chopped up, and dropped in the desert
No freadom for your stupid ass, start hollering at nobody
You fuckin with Stak Mack and them GravePlott boys