bros fall out - graveem1nd lyrics
[interlude: coni miiura]
two corpses in the grave
sheesh, haha, turn up
all the fake ass n*ggas in here for real, bro (hi, coni)
okay, man, turn this sh*t up
turn up, get lit, b*tch, get lit
turn the beat up for real
[?], ayy
turn this sh*t up, turn this sh*t up
all the fake ass n*ggas, man, but i don’t give a f*ck (lexington)
turn it up, [?] (goon)
[intro: deth coni]
i keep a 19 on me, i ain’t going out (yeah)
oh, you’re past it? first mistake is going south (yeah)
man, what you talking ’bout? (d*mn)
we was bros (ha*ha), i guess bros fall out (ah, ah)
[verse 1: deth coni]
[?], b*tch, who you textin’?
feel like [?], poppin’ molly with her best friend
heard our opp got a louis v vest in
asked my bro, “who the f*ck we pressin’?”
new opp, off the green juice, x and
just jugged some white n*gga named prеston
cowgirl ride that sh*t like a lexus
prolly put that cowboy hat on a tеxan
i ain’t tired, so don’t care who you textin’
’cause i already know i’m your best man
i’m freakin’ out off the antidepressants
why are these pills [?]?
chop it up, chop it up, y’all cannot talk enough
i remember n0body rocked with us
b*tch, you already know that sh*t ain’t stop us, now*now*nowadays everybody proud of us
ayy, let’s get it, i’m gifted, i’m fitted
i’m turnin’ this sh*t up, i had to go get it
all my n*ggas done came from the trenches, but nowadays it’s like a light, this sh*t shifted
not gon’ lie n*gga, you acting shifty
uh*huh, you ain’t comin’ with me
doing these drugs in the bed like whitney
lately, i’ve been feelin’ risky
[verse 2: kasper gem]
me and coni spinning ball like propeller
what’s on my head to [?] it?
show off your beat, boy, i’m all in her belly
changing her pitch, i got all these yellin’
smoking on stain, sta*, sta*, that sh*t smelly
like goat on my neck, how ’bout f*ck with the yellow
we go to drink, i ain’t talkin’ modelo
kaixan and coni send him to h*ll, bro
what the f*ck, bro? you going under like limbo
oh, what the f*ck, bro? tossed out that lil’ boy out the window
coni still cracking the sill, bro
pop two of ’em, then reload
keeping this sh*t in my system
’cause when i don’t have it, boy, that’s when i feel low (deth coni)
[bridge: kaixan]
grave in the track, so now i feel cool
how should we want me, you know when you knew (yeah, yeah)
sound a real grave sh*t, bro
they don’t know about this, sheesh (uh, yuh, yeah*yeah*yeah)
[verse 3: kaixan]
ta*ta*ta*ta*ta*ta*ta*ta, shoot me
how is my key getting sticky?
told my n*ggas, that these bullets don’t hit me
knock on my ass and i’ll feel like i’m sh*tting
you love the drama, and you love all the script
i love that diamond and sh*t, this sh*t they prescribed me
you talkin’ sh*t, put your ass in the k!ll feed
n*ggas try and judge you, but i can get filthy (what the f*ck?)
doi*doi*doi, eww
what doesn’t k!ll you come around, and i’ma see you soon
they*they*they asking ’bout my cup and what you put my liquid to?
these bullets doordashed, ’cause your household i delivered to
[bridge]
you are now listening to graveem1nd radio
grave, grave
this is a [?] presentation
gravem1nd
[verse 4: finlince!]
we took the pay, now we runnin’, we on go, go (we runnin’)
skrrt, skrro, on the lens we on go, go (we runnin’)
you gotta keep it quiet on your tippy toes
if you f*ck it up, you get your head cut off on the floor
graveem1nd talkin’ the sh*t, so we put on with the fascade
ayy, [?], but [?]
chasin’ the shade, hid, put that lil’ boy in her feet
i’m joones up like a b*tch, raved up, that’s the sh*t
yeah, we all pulling up, we are lit
[?] in the pit
trench your ass right down, then we put your body in a ditch
we’ve done hard lil’ b*tch
i don’t mind a call b*tch
tryna hit me, lil’ b*tch? it ain’t work ’cause you ain’t sh*t, ah
[verse 5: tropes]
and i said only hi, and you hit me in the
’cause i’m tryna hold it high
and you hold that sh*t, it gets me rich
that’s funny how i? i can’t even hold you [?] boast my other side
yeah, all the sudden i, and i should [?]
i see you around, she*she brought that sh*t ain’t ’round
so, i’ll see you see around
this sh*t wrong style, it’s tryna iron it out
[?] i tryna iron it out
don’t give whats coni to you, yeah coni is kind
so, i’ll keep on shining on everyone of a kind
i was tryna have a one [?]
i don’t think you shinin’, i wanna see it a show
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