I just wanna see my momma
Riding in that brand new range
My sister in that crib
Drop dem diamonds chains
In a sprite I pour up pain
Its in my eyes that I maintain
That's why I were these shades
I be cautious where I lay
Keep kosher in my face
But why tryna take my place
Why tryna act like
I anit ever made sure you were straight
Took my time, pull my all in
Till dirt on me in grave
The eyes are windows to the soul
So I keep them frames on with the tint low
Riding round with the pole on me
Like shawty dance a strip club
16 was a cold summer
Nigga graduated got pinned up
Tripping off past trauma
Bout to sign a deal
F*ck around slipped up
Back on the block servings
Chain smoking gas pour up some liquor
Lil homie call me big bro
But I'm getting game from the ogs
Pour it up I need 4 please
From the nose bleeds to the floor Seats
From pop Warner to the pro league
I trained for it can't fold me
Best believe I need the whole thang
Through Jersey driving with road rage
Crossing all these states
With a bag feeling tour date
Slide on em that's what folk say
We don't Kick shit we don't parlay
Put your bitch on a board walk
F*ck her in the crib on park place
Wynn Fresco - Grave Lyrics
Wynn Fresco - Grave Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
I just wanna see my momma
Riding in that brand new range
My sister in that crib
Drop dem diamonds chains
In a sprite I pour up pain
Its in my eyes that I maintain
That's why I were these shades
I be cautious where I lay
Keep kosher in my face
But why tryna take my place
Why tryna act like
I anit ever made sure you were straight
Took my time, pull my all in
Till dirt on me in grave
The eyes are windows to the soul
So I keep them frames on with the tint low
Riding round with the pole on me
Like shawty dance a strip club
16 was a cold summer
Nigga graduated got pinned up
Tripping off past trauma
Bout to sign a deal
F*ck around slipped up
Back on the block servings
Chain smoking gas pour up some liquor
Lil homie call me big bro
But I'm getting game from the ogs
Pour it up I need 4 please
From the nose bleeds to the floor Seats
From pop Warner to the pro league
I trained for it can't fold me
Best believe I need the whole thang
Through Jersey driving with road rage
Crossing all these states
With a bag feeling tour date
Slide on em that's what folk say
We don't Kick shit we don't parlay
Put your bitch on a board walk
F*ck her in the crib on park place
Riding in that brand new range
My sister in that crib
Drop dem diamonds chains
In a sprite I pour up pain
Its in my eyes that I maintain
That's why I were these shades
I be cautious where I lay
Keep kosher in my face
But why tryna take my place
Why tryna act like
I anit ever made sure you were straight
Took my time, pull my all in
Till dirt on me in grave
The eyes are windows to the soul
So I keep them frames on with the tint low
Riding round with the pole on me
Like shawty dance a strip club
16 was a cold summer
Nigga graduated got pinned up
Tripping off past trauma
Bout to sign a deal
F*ck around slipped up
Back on the block servings
Chain smoking gas pour up some liquor
Lil homie call me big bro
But I'm getting game from the ogs
Pour it up I need 4 please
From the nose bleeds to the floor Seats
From pop Warner to the pro league
I trained for it can't fold me
Best believe I need the whole thang
Through Jersey driving with road rage
Crossing all these states
With a bag feeling tour date
Slide on em that's what folk say
We don't Kick shit we don't parlay
Put your bitch on a board walk
F*ck her in the crib on park place
Writer: Steven Wynn
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, O/B/O DistroKid