[Intro]
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)

[Chorus: Li Rye & G40]
Watch your mouth or you get [?], best keep that shit to yourself
I'm tryna tell you this shit ain't nothin' to play with, we'll cause your death
I pull up, '.62's jumpin' out the whip and stand on top of him
We burnt the city, ain't no picks, feel like [?] and 'nem
Pull up quick soon as we get the drop on them, same chop' tryna drop a lot of 'em
I'm thuggin' harder than Pac, but I still shoot this bitch above the rim
You dissin' on your songs, you just gon' end up like your cousin 'nem
If you can't pick a side, your ass gon' die 'cause we don't fuck with 'em

[Verse: G40 & Li Rye]
I'm caught up in this rap shit, but I'm back to back on every drill
Mom tell me use my hеad, I need the meds, wherе the Perky's at?
I'm prayin' I ain't gon' fail, put one to sleep, then back to chasin' bread
Be quick to hoppin' out, [?] to creep, bitch, you know how we play
Switch the tag, soon as I see that red and blue, make lil' bro do the dash
We catch one out in traffic, won't stop shootin' till that fuck n***a dead
Ain't never been 'bout no action, n***as don't be gangster until they get some fame
Don't do no playin', I spot a opp and drop, walk down, step on your mans
We turn semi's into fully's, catch my man, I bet I pull it
I'm a vet, I'm not a rookie, I ride with 60's for a bullet
I'm paranoid, look how I'm lookin', no ARP if it ain't fully
They hate for nothin', these n***as pussy
Used to rob, if I got your shit, you know I took it
I been fell in love for homicide, watched my brother die
Leavin' blood off on the other side for all them nights I cried
Jump in the V and catch a B, the type of shit that make me smile
Better zip your lips and close your mouth
You diss Malik and get gunned down
[Bridge: G40]
Fuck, mhh
Mhh, mhh, I'm a gravedigger, yeah
I'm a gravedigger, and I ride with gravediggers

[Chorus: Li Rye & G40]
Watch your mouth or you get [?], best keep that shit to yourself
I'm tryna tell you this shit ain't nothin' to play with, we'll cause your death
I pull up, '.62's jumpin' out the whip and stand on top of him
We burnt the city, ain't no picks, feel like [?] and 'nem
Pull up quick soon as we get the drop on them, same chop' tryna drop a lot of 'em
I'm thuggin' harder than Pac, but I still shoot this bitch above the rim
You dissin' on your songs, you just gon' end up like your cousin 'nem
If you can't pick a side, your ass gon' die 'cause we don't fuck with 'em