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chuckyy – graveyard lyrics

[intro: chuckyy]
yo’ get the f+ck out
yall know how the f+ck we comin’ man

[verse 1: chuckyy]
when you spinnin’ you bet not lack do a n+gga like rick switch it up put a hole in his tummy
my n+ggas don’t like talkin’ walk up just wrappin’ sh+t up while im callin’ ’em mummys
this four+o came with a thirty clip i let thirty spit spark sh+t up like thunder
everybody got that one dead n+gga better think twice thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ me under (uh)
how you wanna do it we spinnin’ with chops and dracs when we ridin’ through the bitty
drench ’em drench sh+t up while we milk sh+t up forty+cal just came with a titty
long live fred got the tat’ on my neck get high reminisce so i’m d+gg+n’ the hemi
bloodbathh pop out thе cut leave his sh+t on the ground you know wе ain’t doin’ no bitty hits
i like seven+six+twos and two+two+threes hit a n+gga up ridin’ through [?]
n+ggas ain’t never on they block f+ck it its dry as f+ck told foe’nem go bend the strip
catch a n+gga posted on the side block bet he get fired up [?] creepin’ through every dip
switch on the back of them glocks puttin’ sh in a box [?] goin’ on with a six
n+ggas already know how we rock, another n+gga mad ’cause i f+cked his bop
another n+gga mad ’cause we smacked that top, when we hop out brrd get sent up top
im clutchin’ my banger and yo sh+t in the car
arp got a laser get hit from a far, trying to make a loud noise while we beat up the block

[intro: big opp/nolimit faro]
opp (chuckyy: opp!)

[verse 2: big opp/nolimit faro]
n+ggas already know we spin (chuckyy: spin!) hop out drench sh+t i’ll do it again (chuckyy: rrah!)
big opp i’m the reason that he merch on his mans, spin blocks me and milly uh bail out in advance
ten+milly get to blowin’ make his run on his mans, got shot but ain’t die finna shoot him again
we clap sh+t up like we one with the fans, wasn’t up on the score so they loosin’ again
and we spin with them b+ttons, got a big mouth ain’t n0body gon’ touch me
got a big gun and a n+gga gon’ buss it (chuckyy: bah bah), if you ain’t get shot then yo’ dumbass lucky
spin in the [?] just me and chuckyy, lil’ kellz in the back swing the door and he dumpin’
bail out on opps and them n+ggas be runnin’, if we get the lo’ n+ggas know that we comin’
[verse 3: bloodbathh]
we chase sh+t, stand over a n+gga ten+mil give him face lifts
you ain’t heard that we face sh+t, got booked got home ran up 10k quick
last opp got caught broad day sh+t, left his brains on the curb he a brainless
with some k!lla’s we armed and dangerous, take a f+ck n+gga j he j+less
headshot heard dude got painted, in the striker two v’s we racin’
back to back we cool just blazin’, auto pro pad ain’t nothin’ basic

[verse: kellz22]
neck+shot make a n+gga stop breathin’, got caught now his whole gang grieving
f+ck twelve high speed we leavin’, stay up in score they think we cheatin’
too many new opps think they teamin’, free [?] n+gga free that demon
dee made a diss’ got clapped couldn’t believe it, in the stu’ with chuckyy you know that we tweakin’
dont get caught boy its that season
bail out on him you can’t run boy
too many shots bailin’ out this gun boy
big ass nic sound like a b+tton boy
srt sound like a lawnmower (chuckyy: sound like a lawnmower)

[outro: chuckyy]
know how the fuc we comin’ man that b+tch sound like a lawnmower n+gga we get in that brraah
yeah that’s us

- chuckyy lyrics

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