GRAVEDIGGER YUNG-RARE (Ft. UNDEAD PAPI)

[Verse 1: YUNG-RARE]
Kick it up
Clutch is stickin’ up
Fuckin’ shift into ignition, bruh
Fuck transmission up
Kill the witness
Shake the witness up
Big fuckin’ wheels on the truck, cold steel in the trunk
We ain’t gotta shoot shit
Lil’ Bitch, you get run over
What the fuck made you niggas think that you couldn’t get done over?
‘Cuz no offense, Bitch
You look like an asshole
I-I went from the ‘burbs, to the trap, and then back hoe
Now I got more sticks than I could mothafuckin’ ask for
Feels like a nicotine itch, no patch can fix
Like a scratch you can’t scritch, or a scab you can’t pick boy
Trigger finger twitch
Had to lay a couple dead niggas in a ditch
And that’s some regular shit

[Chorus: YUNG-RARE & UNDEAD PAPI]
Need somebody stretched? (Where's the mop?)
We can get ‘еm for ya (Roll 'em up)
Need somebody dead? (Takе his legs)
We can hit ‘em for ya (We gon' get that nigga)
Yeah
I’m the Gravedigger
I can’t dig any faster (Hype me up!)
I can’t dig any faster