Funeral

I heard you cooking dope
It's facing time cause it's locked up
If I got the dope facing time
Bitch I'm piped up
He asking for too much
Check his chest
Yeah he mic'ed up
I finna kill the nigga
But I can't he gotta mic (Fuck)
Gotta let it go
But this nigga done ran outta luck
Kill the baby and the baby mama
Have that nigga stuck
Now we got the drop
Stuff that nigga in the caddie truck
Tie that nigga up
Then I give his ass a tummy tuck
Young nigga started rappin
Gotta stay out the way
Ain't been fuckin wit no hoes
They tryina set up the play
I got one
Oh that's yours?
Bro she said you was gay
That's what a nigga get
For trying to feed a God damn stray

Mad about a bitch you finna catch bout two, three strays
I been trappin' ain't been sleep in prolly two, three days
The police do a search, they finding two, three kays and a lot of weed
Not for sale
Straight to the face

Gotta lawyer from O.P.
I ain't losing no case
Bought my bitch some titties just to put em all in my face
Twelve flicked me in a cat
Aye bro, I think they wanna race
Looked up now a nigga in a high speed chase

Switching lanes
heavy traffic while I'm doing the dash
They done called off the search
A nigga moving too fast
Hell yeah, fuck you thought
I'm tryina get to this cash
Locked in with the plug
He said come get this bag

Ima stack it up
So I can drop this jag
For my bitch
Cause she can take the D with a gag
She entertain you niggas but she say you really some fags
What you gon do about it
You don't want to head wit a tag

Hitting every shot
Internet got good connection
This bitch not leaving me alone cause she know I'm a blessing
She like it when we go out 'cause she know I keep that Wesson
Or that glock nineteen
Man I got a couple weapons
And she ain't sitting with us Nigga this a rapper section

Dumb ass
Box Boyz, TTE
All dat shit

(MIEL)
Ballin' in my Nikes (NIKES)
Only go on dates
Girl I can not make you wifey
If you think I'm sliding
Then baby girl I might be
Before I wear designer
I'll drip off a white tee
A nigga being my competition, that's unlikely
I was in a rush I made her cum before the flight leave
Came up off some "And1s"
These niggas foul but I still get the and one
I lock shit down just like I'm Klay Thompson
Don't play mate
I'll still put yo ass up in Swanson
I'm still a kid at heart, I drink out a purple fountain

I want so much money, I need an accountant
I cannot commit,
Once I get the head, I'm bouncing
Going to collect them old niggas on that mountain
Goodfella tee, with the purple denim jeans
Had ADHD but now I'm focused on my green
All I want it blues, so I can stack up on some lean
I ain't tryna peel my cup, but I'm fucked up off that green

Bro my bitch Untouchable
So why you even try?
They want my hoes or break they bank trying to get this fly

What you gotta know is life ain't sweet like apple pie
Backstabs done cut me deep but I still managed to survive
When I kiss that bitch on her red lips and I get high
I tend to forget all the shit I seen with my eyes

Niggas want to win but can't
Compete for the prize
You know you not my mans If I didn't eat with you guys
Ten toes that I stand
They like how did he beat the odds
I didn't need no friends
All I needed was Vlone
Now that I got swag
These bitches won't leave me alone
Now that I got swag
These niggas wanna be my clone
Nigga when I die don't be calling me yo slime
Cuz you was not around when them tears was falling down

(Falling down)
(Falling down)
(Falling down)

I don't wanna see nobody calling me they slime
'Cause you was not around when them tears was falling down



Credits
Writer(s): Jamiel Foster, Akiem Bingham
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