[Intro: Lil Skies]
N***a try us we gone put him in his grave
They gone put him in his grave

[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
Issa knife like 21
My momma raised a savage
Pull up in the rari with the fye like dragon
[?] fuck around get tragic, what's happenin'
Someone call your momma
She can come collect your casket

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Oooooh
We gone put him in his grave
Close casket no case
Imma hide my face
My bullets shoot with [?]
Tell her fall back [?]
We ahead of them in this race
Need good top and in range
Woah, yeah 180 up on the dash
I count it like its math
I ball hard like I'm Steve nash
I fucked your bitch, then gave her back
You hit her phone like "where you at ?"
I got her creepin'