(Verse 1) I’m smokin' on dead ops, they gone, I’m high as hell, Scat Pack revvin', I’m swervin’, dodgin’ twelve, All black, ski mask, Timberlands on my feet, Strapped up, ready, it’s murder when we creep, Hit they block, I ain't missin', three shots, that’s a fact, Stood over that body, now he gone, that’s a wrap, Boost the murder rate, we ain’t leavin’ no trace, Run down quick, then I’m ghost, not a single case, Ops talk tough, but they ain’t built for this life, Grave digger, we takin' ‘em out, every night. (Hook) Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away, Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day, Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate, All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay. (Verse 2) Pulled up in the Scat Pack, windows tinted black, Saw him on the corner, so I had to attack, Three shots rang out, now his body on the ground, Standing over him, ain’t no gettin’ up now, Hopped back in the whip, tires screechin’ on the street, Another body down, man, this life ain’t sweet, Pull up on shorty, she lookin’ so damn fine, Dress tight, curves thick, I’m finna make her mine, Hungover from last night, but I’m still with the moves, Pull that dress over, drill her down, now she lose. (Hook) Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away, Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day, Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate, All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay. (Verse 3) Timbs on the ground, steady marchin' through the streets, Ops see me comin', man, they know it’s time to meet, Ain’t no savin' him, once that Glocky start to speak, Three to the chest, now he lyin' in defeat, A cold world, but I’m colder with the aim, Grave digger moves, I ain’t playin’ no games, They talk like they tough, but we see ‘em and they fold, Pressure too heavy, now they bodies turnin' cold, But I ain’t slowin' down, gotta boost the score, Timberlands laced up, I’m ready for more. (Hook) Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away, Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day, Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate, All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay. (Verse 4) That shorty bad, dress tight, body lookin’ right, She know the deal, we gon’ link up for the night, Pull her to the side, rip the dress down quick, Drill her from the back, got her beggin' for the stick, Wet like she peed the bed, drippin' from the vibe, She screamin' my name while I take her on a ride, Ain’t no love in the streets, but we love this heat, Strap by the bed, in case an opp try to creep, From the block to the sheets, it’s all the same game, Shorty wet, while the opps still burnin' in flames. (Hook) Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away, Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day, Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate, All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay. (Outro) Body count risin', and we still outside, Scat Pack racin', shorty ridin' on my side, Timbs hit the gas, all black, it’s a vibe, Grave digger life, and we takin’ what’s mine, From the streets to the sheets, ain’t no love, just lust, Boostin' the murder rate, puttin' ‘em in the dust.
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Got it! Here are some lyrics about a shooting range: At the shooting range, focus in my sights, Every steady aim, hitting targets right, Precision and patience, the skills I hone, In this zone of mine, I’m in the zone. Every shot fired, a mark on the board, With each pull of the trigger, confidence soared, Eyes on the prize, steady and true, At the shooting range, it’s what I do. Hope you enjoy these!
Kinda hard ain’t gonna lie
What u mean?
@@KILLTHEMALLBEATZ its tough
Kinda
yo bro this fire if i buy this i can release a song with it?
thnx bro, preciate it
of course, u can release a song
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(Verse 1)
I’m smokin' on dead ops, they gone, I’m high as hell,
Scat Pack revvin', I’m swervin’, dodgin’ twelve,
All black, ski mask, Timberlands on my feet,
Strapped up, ready, it’s murder when we creep,
Hit they block, I ain't missin', three shots, that’s a fact,
Stood over that body, now he gone, that’s a wrap,
Boost the murder rate, we ain’t leavin’ no trace,
Run down quick, then I’m ghost, not a single case,
Ops talk tough, but they ain’t built for this life,
Grave digger, we takin' ‘em out, every night.
(Hook)
Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away,
Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day,
Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate,
All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay.
(Verse 2)
Pulled up in the Scat Pack, windows tinted black,
Saw him on the corner, so I had to attack,
Three shots rang out, now his body on the ground,
Standing over him, ain’t no gettin’ up now,
Hopped back in the whip, tires screechin’ on the street,
Another body down, man, this life ain’t sweet,
Pull up on shorty, she lookin’ so damn fine,
Dress tight, curves thick, I’m finna make her mine,
Hungover from last night, but I’m still with the moves,
Pull that dress over, drill her down, now she lose.
(Hook)
Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away,
Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day,
Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate,
All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay.
(Verse 3)
Timbs on the ground, steady marchin' through the streets,
Ops see me comin', man, they know it’s time to meet,
Ain’t no savin' him, once that Glocky start to speak,
Three to the chest, now he lyin' in defeat,
A cold world, but I’m colder with the aim,
Grave digger moves, I ain’t playin’ no games,
They talk like they tough, but we see ‘em and they fold,
Pressure too heavy, now they bodies turnin' cold,
But I ain’t slowin' down, gotta boost the score,
Timberlands laced up, I’m ready for more.
(Hook)
Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away,
Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day,
Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate,
All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay.
(Verse 4)
That shorty bad, dress tight, body lookin’ right,
She know the deal, we gon’ link up for the night,
Pull her to the side, rip the dress down quick,
Drill her from the back, got her beggin' for the stick,
Wet like she peed the bed, drippin' from the vibe,
She screamin' my name while I take her on a ride,
Ain’t no love in the streets, but we love this heat,
Strap by the bed, in case an opp try to creep,
From the block to the sheets, it’s all the same game,
Shorty wet, while the opps still burnin' in flames.
(Hook)
Runnin’ with grave diggers, we takin' souls away,
Slide on opps’ blocks, they won’t see another day,
Strapped up heavy, we boostin' the murder rate,
All black, ski mask, it’s time to make ‘em pay.
(Outro)
Body count risin', and we still outside,
Scat Pack racin', shorty ridin' on my side,
Timbs hit the gas, all black, it’s a vibe,
Grave digger life, and we takin’ what’s mine,
From the streets to the sheets, ain’t no love, just lust,
Boostin' the murder rate, puttin' ‘em in the dust.
bro these lyrics 🔥
hang up the cleats bro
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🥁 BPM 164 Fminor
🎧 This beat is free for non-profit use. If you use it, you must credit me (prod. KILLTHEMALL x prod.roccoflame )
Can I screen record this beat and use it for a song? (Sorry for forgetting to credit u in my descriptions)
@@B.T.K._LilJXL-1 This beat is free only for non-profit, recording purposes! To release a song (spotify, apple music etc) you have to purchase a lease.
You must credit me (prod. KILLTHEMALL x prod.roccoflame)
Purchase: bsta.rs/AUbplA (Buy 1, Get 1 Free)
@@KILLTHEMALLBEATZ I ain't got money too btw bc I don't have a bank account I'm 13 I credited u in the description btw
@@B.T.K._LilJXL-1 you can publish your track on TH-cam
@@KILLTHEMALLBEATZ thanks
Got it! Here are some lyrics about a shooting range:
At the shooting range, focus in my sights,
Every steady aim, hitting targets right,
Precision and patience, the skills I hone,
In this zone of mine, I’m in the zone.
Every shot fired, a mark on the board,
With each pull of the trigger, confidence soared,
Eyes on the prize, steady and true,
At the shooting range, it’s what I do.
Hope you enjoy these!
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