FUNERAL (feat. Zay Miller)
Mama raised a shotta
Pullin up to f**k your daughter
She show off that bag
The one that I just bought her
We caught you lacking bitch
We seen you shooting baskets
Now you laying in a casket
Choir singing, they ain't rapping like
Pussy boy, you really f**ked up
You thought we was playing, but
Where the f**k are you at now, pussy boy
Grau, grau
I hear the talk on my name
I hear the talk on the gang
You know what city I claim
You know we busting your brain
You know we snatching your chain
Pussy ain't ever felt pain
You know we busting your brain
You know we snatching your chain
Look
Bad lil bitch, she dropping her draws, shorty so perfect she ain't got no flaws
Rolling a joint, stuff it with raws
Booty be clappin', like an applause
Chopper go bang bang, calling that sosa, playing with my name, shooters in the Range Rover
She say I'm lucky, a four leaf clover
Smoking and sipping, I hate being sober
Like Chief Keef, i'm getting the cheese
I don't know Chinese, I know Chapanese
Like treesh please She got on her knees
She giving me throat, I gave her my seeds
Got beam screen, yeah I blue on my green
Way too addicted I pop me a bean
Like give me lemons, I mix it with lean
You know me, young Zay, me killing the scene
Mama raised a shotta
Pullin up to f**k your daughter
She show off that bag
The one that I just bought her
We caught you lacking bitch
We seen you shooting baskets
Now you laying in a casket
Choir singing, they ain't rapping like
Pullin up to f**k your daughter
She show off that bag
The one that I just bought her
We caught you lacking bitch
We seen you shooting baskets
Now you laying in a casket
Choir singing, they ain't rapping like
Pussy boy, you really f**ked up
You thought we was playing, but
Where the f**k are you at now, pussy boy
Grau, grau
I hear the talk on my name
I hear the talk on the gang
You know what city I claim
You know we busting your brain
You know we snatching your chain
Pussy ain't ever felt pain
You know we busting your brain
You know we snatching your chain
Look
Bad lil bitch, she dropping her draws, shorty so perfect she ain't got no flaws
Rolling a joint, stuff it with raws
Booty be clappin', like an applause
Chopper go bang bang, calling that sosa, playing with my name, shooters in the Range Rover
She say I'm lucky, a four leaf clover
Smoking and sipping, I hate being sober
Like Chief Keef, i'm getting the cheese
I don't know Chinese, I know Chapanese
Like treesh please She got on her knees
She giving me throat, I gave her my seeds
Got beam screen, yeah I blue on my green
Way too addicted I pop me a bean
Like give me lemons, I mix it with lean
You know me, young Zay, me killing the scene
Mama raised a shotta
Pullin up to f**k your daughter
She show off that bag
The one that I just bought her
We caught you lacking bitch
We seen you shooting baskets
Now you laying in a casket
Choir singing, they ain't rapping like
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Weelborg
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