Shoebox Baby feat. Scorey Lyrics
"Grave Digger"

Huh? What? C'mon (Ayy what's good Trou?)
Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's Box
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
C'mon (Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, slatt (It's Box)

Uh, I be with some steppers
Grave diggers, made niggas, uh
(Bro dig his grave)
Right now I'm with shh can't say "Hi!"s name
He slayed niggas (Can't say "Hi!"s name)
Ask the opps, why we
Call big bro "Perfect-Aim", nigga
Go ask they block why they be
Feeling all this pain in 'em, uh
(All his pain)
Pull up and dump in the rain, and
I post up wit' the same niggas, uh
(Ah, grah, grah)
Since we got money and fame, don't give
A fuck, it ain't change niggas, uh
(Niggas all the same)
We got the lo', we stayed
Think with his dick, now his brain missin'
(His dick, now his brain)
He went and bought him a chain
But we still see the lame in him
(Uh, uh, it's Box)

I know COVID passed, but we
Still in the trenches, wearin' COVID masks
(Mask) they opps be callin' my phone
(Damn) , talkin' 'bout they slidin' I'm
Gon' show they ass (Slatt, slatt)
Headshot, face shot
(What?) , damn, his block over man (Gone)
He on IG lackin', talkin' 'bout bodies
(Uh, huh) , they gon' post his ass (Real
Real) police-shit, he got paperwork
(Uh, huh)
You better show that shit (Better thow that)
She wanna be wifey, if you like me
Let my homie hit (No, no, no)
I bought bro'nem drugs
(Uh, huh) , guns, clothes
They don't owe me shit (What? What? It's Box)
If we in the club and you got a pole
You better blow that bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
I'on like to talk at all 'cause
It ain't nothing to talk about
We not from, if you from there, then fuck it
Chalk 'em down
You ever caught an opp and let off shots
But you ain't walk 'em down?
Lil' bro caught a body, packed his bag
We goin' out of town

Uh, I be with some steppers
Grave diggers, made niggas, uh
(Bro dig his grave)
Right now I'm with shh can't say "Hi!"s name
He slayed niggas (Can't say "Hi!"s name)
Ask the opps, why we
Call big bro "Perfect-Aim", nigga
Go ask they block like why they be
Feeling all this pain in 'em, uh
(All his pain)
Pull up and dump in the rain, and
I post up wit' the same niggas, uh
(Ah, grah, grah)
Since we got money and fame, don't give
A fuck, it ain't change niggas, uh
(Niggas all the same)
We got the lo', we stayed
Think with his dick, now his brain missin'
(His dick, now his brain)
He went and bought him a chain
But we still see the lame in him
(That nigga lame)

Gave 'em steppers, a green light
Then he seein' pipes
Man that lil' nigga sleep tight (Bah)
23 wit' a beam right
And it feel nice even though
That my jeans tight (Though my jeans tight)
Hit his block wit' them, not no school nigga
I'm a stay in the field type
(Stay in the field type)
Pull up hit him and that's steel type
It's a few niggas that's gon'
Know what that feel like (Bitch)
Uh, he gon' hit the floor
When that flrr go off (Flrr-flrr)
Score' be all red so just
Watch where you walk (Uh)
Mentionin' Scorey, they gon' put him truck
(Gon' put him in truck)
You goin' to war and that shit gon' cuff
(That shit gon' cuff)
I don't got time to be cuffin' no whores
That shit be so borin' when they wan' to talk
(Just want to talk)
He just be telling you all of them
Stories of us, he a corn
That lil' nigga soft (What?)
He got his shit opened up like a
Door, they hit 'em wit' force
They ain't even knock
(They ain't even knock)
I know a nigga got hit from up close
They crazy part is they ain't even walk
(They ain't even–) grimey lil' bitch
She gon' give us the lo' and she
Don't even care about doin' no cops
(Doin' no cops)
Takedown-gang we just got us a Glock (Brrah)
Chase down-aim, he got hit in his top
(Brrt, brrt)

Uh, I be with some steppers
Grave diggers, made niggas, uh
(Bro dig his grave)
Right now I'm with shh can't say "Hi!"s name
He slayed niggas (Can't say "Hi!"s name)
Ask the opps, why we
Call big bro "Perfect-Aim, " nigga
Go ask they block why they be
Feeling all this pain in 'em, uh
(All his pain)
Pull up and dump in the rain, and
I post up wit' the same niggas, uh
(Ah, grah, grah)
Since we got money and fame, don't give
A fuck, it ain't change niggas, uh
(Niggas all the same)
We got the lo', we stayed
Think with his dick, now his brain missin'
(His dick, now his brain)
He went and bought him a chain
But we still see the lame in him
(That nigga lame)