[Hook: PnB Rock]
From the jungle where them n***as yeah they play hard
Ina trap all night pullin graveyard
Hella straps, i just got me an new AR
I got no raps outtin n***as ina graveyard

[Chorus: Lor Scoota] 2x
N***a play we goin send em to the graveyard
Big four fifth, blow ya face off
N***a play we goin send em to the graveyard
Shoots fired to late can't take off

[Verse 1: Lor Scoota]
Im in the trenches
You n***as is bitches
Stay in my business more than my bitches
Fuck out my face, stay in ya place
Hating ass n***as won't let me be great
They goin make me end up catching a case
He goin end up catching one to the face
Runni ya mouth, live in ya mother house
N***as tweeting some shit they wouldn't even say
Get online, like scoota a bitch, fuck where he from I'd say it to his face
Pull in the trench with a big four fifth, n***as dont say shit, who got something to say
Pull up on a bitch, i ain't gotta say shit, she goin jump right in when she see my face
Gotta wear a mask when i do a n***a dirty, anybody can be a witness, who don't know me
It was Mr. Bird Flu, first thing they goin say, thats what the money for get you hit broad day
You got money still whore, keep it on me everyday
That n***a been a whore, I know yo from around the way
Drop another diss song you goin be ina grave
Put that shit on Eddie B grave, SON!
Teach ya ass how to behave, n***as mad cause im taking the wave
Ain't got no raps say my name ina rap dont let 16 bars get ya ass clapped, cause i got 16 hollows in strap, riding round dark tint windows ona AC
Heard a n***a look for me know exactly where im at
1500 selling scrambled, coke & smack
Get hit with the choppa you ain't neva coming back
[Hook & Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lor Scoota]
Trap all night, work graveyard shift
1 in the morning sales still getting hit
Got cut on the scale, hella blow ona table, ina hotel breaking down grams watchin cable
Whole sale, I'll give it too you for the 80, thats 4,000 if you tryna get 50
You looking for the pounds i can call my n***a 50
Bet he on his block right now sellin 50s
Come thru hit the phone boy what you need
Scrambled, coke, smack, ready, percs & weed
Got it all n***a yeah we got it all n***a
Young n***a poppin percs like they tylenol n***a
I be gettin wasted like a rockstar n***a
Straight from the block, ima block star n***a
Big face rollie, got a clock on n***a, Reach for my watch you get shit lor n***a
Graveyard, pkay hard got no raps puttin n***as in graveyard
Yeah I rap but i still go straight hard
Yeah i strap everywhere all day long
I be going ape shit, all my n***as day 1
Planet of the apes, boy all you see is king kongs
Knock the bones out ya face, with this big nina
Reach for my ice get the choir singers
Come to the funeral, kill the choir singers
Its gonna be a funeral casket ringing
If I say fuck these n***as i mean it
Been itching for a body, my adrenaline kickin in
Leanin of the lean, got me bent like a kick stand
Choppa so big I can lean on this bitch man
Use it like a can beat n***a with that bitch man
[Hook & Chorus]