On My Grave lyrics

[Verse 1]
This Glock will put you in a coma, I smoke like I got glaucoma
I put hi-tech in my soda, not the biz from Minnesota
And she ride it like a 'Rari, but she thick just like a rover
Got my neck in wristball frozen, I'm a real one, I ain't photo
n*gga talking all that tough sh*t, I'ma leave his face swollen
n*gga talking all that f*cked sh*t, I'ma dunk this fully loaded
Yo b*tch ain't come home last night 'cause she was with me gettin' stolen
Don't get your homie birth, 40s bread I'ma toast it

[Chorus]
I just jumped up in this ranch, diamonds on my chain
All these chains on me 'cause she get jiggy on that bling
I say: "n*gga, you a lame", no he ain't from my gang
Me and you are not the same and I put that on my grave

[Post-Chorus]
On my grave, n*gga's pus*y and they do not want my fade
On my grave, n*gga's gay and they in it for the fame
On my grave, f*ck a job, I'm in the streets getting paid
On my grave, I go get it, you n*ggas just go complain
On my grave, n*gga's pus*y, they do not want my fade
On my grave, n*gga's gay, they just in it for the fame
On my grave, f*ck a job, I'm in the streets getting paid
On my grave, I go get it, you n*ggas just go complain, pus*y