Channel 5 & Funeral Arrangments

Yea, um huh
Yea (Yea, yea)
Yea (Yea, yea)
Yea (Yea, yea)
(Channel fives & funeral arrangements)

Behind my brother, it's channel fives and we make funeral arrangements
Know that we'll get active
l'll pop a top and make em' famous
Glock, extend mag, with a beam
What should I name it?
Nigga play with gang, it's gone be funeral arrangements
Play with my brother
We gone spin and spin
And if we miss you nigga, we gone spin again
Reppin' off us nigga, bitch you won't live again
And all I know is stack, stack, don't deal with a backend

Niggas know that we'll get real busy in the city
Niggas we don't aim for legs, we hit they fitty's
Niggas know they pressure us that murder, we get with it
Uh, niggas know we delete shit, to them, we don't do edits
Brodie out his top, a pop a bitch just like a Adderall
Lil' mama out her top, she popped a perc', now she can't speak at all
Don't really fuck with backend, I want up front cause bitch I want it all
I'm my own man, don't need no nigga to step for me cause I'm a boss

Micro Draco in his hand and brother say, that he gon' let it off
They know they piss me, then shots like Boosie, they gon' set it off
These niggas really pussy get on songs and just be talkin' loud
But I'm the type to pull-up where he lay, like what you talkin' bout'
I been tryin to chill, tryin' to keep my patience
That nigga think he slick, don't know a funeral awaiting
Outside in all black with a rain coat, trying lay down some
And if niggas get to speaking on they business, we gon' lay down some
Nigga gon' shot up in his shit, thinkin' he Teflon
Nigga gon' get bat up in his shit, for shit he rep on
These pussy niggas faking, they be acting, they pretending
Don't respond to disses, won't put ol' boy up in my mention

Ay' it's like approximately nine at night, shit I'm coolin', making this song
Shit, I'm thinking bout' like, if a nigga get the courage to test this shit boy
It's gon' be a whole lot of, channel fives and funeral arrangements

Behind my brother, it's channel fives and we make funeral arrangements
Know that we'll get active
l'll pop a top and make em' famous
Glock, extend mag, with a beam
What should I name it?
Nigga play with gang, it's gone be funeral arrangements
Play with my brother
We gone spin and spin
And if we miss you nigga, we gone spin again
Reppin' off us nigga, bitch you won't live again
And all I know is stack, stack, don't deal with a backend