Grave Digger - Shoebox Baby/Scorey.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Damarius Langston/Corey Ward
[00:00.358] 作曲 : Damarius Langston/Corey Ward
[00:00.717][Intro: ShoeBox Baby]
[00:01.092]Huh? What? C'mon (Ayy what's good Trou?)
[00:02.949]Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's Box
[00:06.128]Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[00:08.133]C'mon (Boom, boom, boom)
[00:10.075]Yeah, slatt (It's Box)
[00:10.617][Chorus: Scorey & ShoeBox Baby]
[00:11.868]Uh, I be with some steppers, grave diggers, made niggas, uh (Bro dig his grave)
[00:15.203]Right now I'm with shh— can't say his name, he slayed niggas (Can't say his name)
[00:18.208]Ask the opps , why we call big bro "Perfect-Aim", nigga
[00:21.475]Go ask they block why they be feeling all this pain in 'em, uh (All his pain)
[00:24.483]Pull up and dump in the rain, and I post up wit' the same niggas, uh (Ah, grah, grah)
[00:27.747]Since we got money and fame, don't give a ****, it ain't change niggas, uh (Niggas all the same)
[00:30.751]We got the lo', we stayed, think with his dick, now his brain missin' (His dick, now his brain)
[00:33.800]He went and bought him a chain, but we still see the lame in him (Uh, uh, it's Box)
[00:36.304][Verse 1: ShoeBox Baby]
[00:37.305]I know COVID passed, but we still in the trenches, wearin' COVID masks (Mask)
[00:40.312]They opps be callin' my phone (Damn), talkin' 'bout they slidin' I'm gon' show they ass (Slatt, slatt)
[00:43.367]Headshot, face shot (What?), damn, his block over man (Gone)
[00:46.661]He on IG lackin', talkin' 'bout bodies (Uh-huh), they gon' post his ass (Real, real)
[00:49.664]Police-shit, he got paperwork (Uh-huh), you better show that shit (Better thow that)
[00:52.718]She wanna be wifey, if you like me, let my homie hit (No, no, no)
[00:55.980]I bought bro'nem drugs (Uh-huh), guns, clothes, they don't owe me shit (What? What? It's Box)
[00:59.307]If we in the club and you got a pole, you better blow that bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
[01:02.570]I'don like to talk at all 'cause it ain't nothing to talk about
[01:05.395]We not from ****, if you from there, then **** it, chalk 'em down
[01:08.911]You ever caught an opp and let off shots, but you ain't walk 'em down?
[01:11.914]Lil' bro caught a body, packed his bag, we goin' out of town
[01:14.667][Chorus: Scorey]
[01:15.170]Uh, I be with some steppers, grave diggers, made niggas, uh (Bro dig his grave)
[01:18.181]Right now I'm with shh— can't say his name, he slayed niggas (Can't say his name)
[01:21.195]Ask the opps , why we call big bro "Perfect-Aim", nigga
[01:24.477]Go ask they block like why they be feeling all this pain in 'em, uh (All his pain)
[01:27.493]Pull up and dump in the rain, and I post up wit' the same niggas, uh (Ah, grah, grah)
[01:30.812]Since we got money and fame, don't give a ****, it ain't change niggas, uh (Niggas all the same)
[01:33.822]We got the lo', we stayed, think with his dick, now his brain missin' (His dick, now his brain)
[01:37.079]He went and bought him a chain, but we still see the lame in him
[01:39.583](That nigga lame)
[01:39.915][Verse 2: Scorey]
[01:40.266]Gave 'em steppers, a green light, then he seein' pipes
[01:42.019]Man that lil' nigga sleep tight (Bah)
[01:43.087].23 wit' a beam right, and it feel nice even though that my jeans tight (Though my jeans tight)
[01:46.095]Hit his block wit' them [?], not no school nigga, I'm a stay in the field type (Stay in the field type)
[01:49.356]Pull up hit him and that's steel type
[01:50.591]It's a few niggas that's gon' know what that feel like (Bitch)
[01:52.594]Uh, he gon' hit the floor when that flrr go off (Flrr-flrr)
[01:54.350]Score' be all red so just watch where you walk (Uh)
[01:55.861]Mentionin' Scorey, they gon' put him truck (Gon' put him in truck)
[01:57.363]You goin' to war and that shit gon' cuff (That shit gon' cuff)
[01:58.875]I don't got time to be cuffin' no whores, that shit be so borin' when they wan' to talk (Just want to talk)
[02:02.167]He just be telling you all of them stories of us, he a corn, that lil' nigga soft (What?)
[02:05.233]He got his shit opened up like a door, they hit 'em wit' force, they ain't even knock (They ain't even knock)
[02:08.245]I know a nigga got hit from up close, they crazy part is they ain't even walk (They ain't even–)
[02:11.501]Grimey lil' bitch, she gon' give us the lo' and she don't even care about doin' no cops (Doin' no cops)
[02:14.510]Takedown-gang we just got us a Glock (Brrah)
[02:16.269]Chase down-aim, he got hit in his top (Brrt, brrt)
[02:17.767][Chorus: Scorey]
[02:18.268]Uh, I be with some steppers, grave diggers, made niggas, uh (Bro dig his grave)
[02:21.281]Right now I'm with shh— can't say his name, he slayed niggas (Can't say his name)
[02:24.287]Ask the opps , why we call big bro "Perfect-Aim," nigga
[02:27.615]Go ask they block why they be feeling all this pain in 'em, uh (All his pain)
[02:30.615]Pull up and dump in the rain, and I post up wit' the same niggas, uh (Ah, grah, grah)
[02:33.956]Since we got money and fame, don't give a ****, it ain't change niggas, uh (Niggas all the same)
[02:37.216]We got the lo', we stayed, think with his dick, now his brain missin' (His dick, now his brain)
[02:40.219]He went and bought him a chain, but we still see the lame in him
[02:42.983](That nigga lame)