Текст песни Gravestalker - BLP KOSHER

My true religion pockets sealed I won't go back to old navy
I don't give a fuck they hate me we rock out no ukulele
I put it on my z trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryna beef with me I'm finna stalk em till it's gravy
I'm finna stalk em till it's gravy
Ran troll still duckin I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil before I popped
Nobody made me y'all square thuggin backwards he was gangbangin fakie

In Tampa bay I'm with them buccaneers but I don't talk to Brady
They say they shanked me ask them witchblade
I peep shit like lil Tracy
Bad bitch from the field she got rabies
Flip the Benz I ain't surfing no Mercedes I'm on Broadway like dababy
Like why the fuck they tried to play me it ain't beef
Slim Jim to slim shady
Hand the rounds to my lady
And she came from the bay
This bitch manie dump a bag of bones way in Dania
How the fuck they tryna bait me
Gun came with a ray I put the MM in gamma
Chest beating speeding like I'm Earnhardt through the dale
Sometimes it be off the dome and sometimes I use proper stanza
Don't use sheisty's name in vain fuck the fame I'll go to jail
Hold it like a vx 1000 this chopper Japanese
I told my security I'll probably up my shit before himself
They throwing rocks I'll start a big bang but that's not my belief
I grab the mic I'm ripping it off then muscle now I tour myself

My true religion pockets sealed I won't go back to old navy
I don't give a fuck they hate me we rock out no ukulele
I put it on my z trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryna beef with me I'm finna stalk em till it's gravy
I'm finna stalk em till it's gravy ran troll still duckin
I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil before I popped
Nobody made me y'all square thuggin backwards he was gangbangin fakie

Stalk em till it's gravy