GRAVE

[Chorus: BLUDMONEY & Riley Reid]
Bitch, I'm BLUDMONEY put you in a grave, my friends is all fakes, I cut 'em away
Ballin'. just copped me a wraith, Dior and Chrome all over my frames
Pussy boy don't wanna die today, killing to me is a holiday
You gotta draw on my titties one day

[Verse 1: BLUDMONEY]
This is the drip, copped me some Vetements
Entering my motherfuckin' element, came from the sediment
Bitch, you irrelevant, smoking that thraxx
Inhaling it, whippin' it, smokin' it, sellin' it
[?] like some motherfuckin' gelatin
Bitch on her knees, [?] the beef
I'm motherfuckin' servin' it, told you that boy is a rat
We not for that, smoke some thraxx, lay back
Grindin' for the cheese while you sit up on yo ass
Four door Maybach, fuckin' yo bitch had to push the seat back
Sniper stock attached, he talkin', pull yo shit back
Geez, motherfucker, relax
Prada all over my lenses, bitch I be drippin' not slippin'
I give a fuck how you feelin', if you want smoke then it's up to the ceiling

[Chorus: BLUDMONEY]
Bitch, I'm BLUDMONEY put you in a grave, my friends is all fakes, I cut 'em away
Ballin'. just copped me a wraith, Dior and Chrome all over my frames
Pussy boy don't wanna die today, killing to me is a holiday
(Yeah bitch, aye, aye, yeah)

[Verse 2: BLUDMONEY & vypirr]
Tired of white boys thinkin' they crippin'
Put down that shit you smokin', you trippin'
I'm not affiliated, can't ruin my image
VENOMOUS, we poison that bitch and we kill him
Hop on the 40, we catchin' him slippin'
Juggin' yo boy, we takin' his digits
He on the news, they callin' him missing
He on the internet thinkin' he crippin'
Choppa sprayed on the block, loading my pockets with NOS
Can't trust no thot, don't want no thot
I swear these bitches allergic to cock
All fun and games 'til you hearin' shots
Pull up on his block
All fun and games 'til you hear it cock
Peelin' out, leavin' him there like he knocked
VENOMOUS so you know we always leavin' marks

[Chorus: BLUDMONEY]
Bitch, I'm BLUDMONEY put you in a grave, my friends is all fakes, I cut 'em away
Ballin'. just copped me a wraith, Dior and Chrome all over my frames
Pussy boy don't wanna die today, killing to me is a holiday