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jugg shyt - grave 718 lyrics

[intro: grave 718]
ayy, yuh, yuh

[verse 1: grave 718]
jugg sh*t, we gon’ kick in the trap
kick in his door, then he gettin’ slapped
i got that sh*t on me, i don’t lack
i got yo’ b*tch on me, you goin’ out sad
i see that boy, make him take a nap
b*tch, i slice yo’ face, talkin’ out yo’ ass
b*tch, i move with malice, we gon’ run laps
if i call up my goons up, they poke yo’ ass like a thumbtack
and i’m in the cut with my shooter, they got .223’s in a big gat
if you talk sh*t, get yo’ sh*t rocked, then yo’ b*tch robbed, that’s a big fact
uh, b*tch, gang
if i whip out that stick, then you gettin’ slain
but why is yo’ b*tch all up on that gang?
better go get yo’ b*tch, we ain’t runnin’ trains
gon’ pull up that [?], take it to the brain
i don’t give a f*ck what you gotta say
you got yo’ sh*t took ’cause you lame
and you got yo’ b*tch took, that’s a shame

[verse 2: 7slaughters]
p*ssy b*tch like, what you claim?
[?] ain’t sayin’ no names
bullets gon’ rip through his brain
like, b*tch, i slide through for thе gang
real demon, know i cannot be tamеd
b*tch, [?], put him in a grave
we smokin’ on yo’ debts to the face
i put a p*ssy boy in they place
all they wanna do is talk, yeah
i just might slide down my op
[?] someone creepin’ through that block
i just might agree yo’ b*tch to give me top
if you want smoke, then [?]
[?] b*tches be talkin’ to cops
and i’m tryna get rich, i just stack up my guap
b*tch, i’m on the top and you not
[outro: grave 718 & 7slaughters]
ju*jugg sh*t, we gon’ kick in the trap
kick in his door, then he gettin’ slapped
i got that sh*t on me, i don’t lack
i got yo’ b*tch on me, you goin’ out sad
jugg sh*t, we gon’ kick in the trap
kick in his door, then he gettin’ slapped
i got that sh*t on me, i don’t lack
i got yo’ b*tch on me, you goin’ out sad (this is malice trap, b*tch)
i see that boy, make him take a nap
b*tch, i slice yo’ face, talkin’ out yo’ ass
bi*b*tch, i move with malice, we gon’ run laps
if i call up my goons up, they poke yo’ ass like a thumbta— (malice)
in the cut with my shooter, they got .223’s in a big gat—big gat
if you talk sh*t, get yo’ sh*t rocked, then yo’ b*tch robbed, that’s a big fa—
b*tch, i move with malice, we gon’ run laps (malice)
if i call up my goons up, they poke yo’ ass like a thumbta—
in the cut with my shooter, they got .223’s in a big gat—big gat
if you talk sh*t, get yo’ sh*t rocked, then yo’ b*tch robbed, that’s a big fa—
p*ssy b*tch like, what you claim?
[?] ain’t sayin’ no names
bullets gon’ rip through his brain
like, b*tch, i slide through for the gang
real demon, know i cannot be tamed
b*tch, [?], put him in a grave
we smokin’ on yo’ debts to the face
i put a p*ssy boy in they place
all they wanna do is talk, yeah
i just might slide down my op
[?] someone creepin’ through that block
i just might agree yo’ b*tch to give me top
if you want smoke, then [?]
[?] b*tches be talkin’ to cops
and i’m tryna get rich, i just stack up my guap
b*tch, i’m on the top and you not

- grave 718 lyrics

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