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lyrics:
I’m 'bout my motto, real strict to the code
Pronto, I’m quick with the blade to his throat
Fuck with me, nigga gets split if he folds
Rose petals fall on your grave, funeral
Bro tend to lie, claim much bullshit to me
Pussy boy know he ain't 'bout what he speaks
Fuck what they sayin', I'm countin' this green, heh
All you lil niggas is fiends
Smile is white, icy bright, cool smile gleam
Laughing to da bank, yah, your ho tryna link
Poppin' 6 Xans to the face, I'm weak
White Xan bar, double cup, purple lean
Hell yeah, shawty passed around, bouncing dick trampoline
And your homeboy tryna cuff, he a goofy on me
Tote your choppa, death stroke, yeah, that bitch dead meat, hell yeah
Ye, nigga, I'm havin' a ball
Acrobats dancing around, circus love carnival clowns
Feel like the talk of the town
Can't fall in love, I don't love Billie Jean
Humorous ho, she'll be trouble
Heard through the grapevine my opps wanna bang
I'm dumping bullets on all y'all
Reaper scythe point at you, dislocate enemy
Horseman of death got my targets on lock
Metal Gear Solid, my forty Glock pop at you
Bullets gon' blow at you, drop, watch you fall, uh
Like Air Force, my Off-Whites gon' pop
Pump it up, I'm off the walls
Turn me up, I'm off the walls
Ye, pop me a perky, let's rock
You talk real slick, I put the gat up to his neck
Yeah, his heart beat real fast
Fuck with us, it's your funeral, I don't aim low
I'm aiming at your head
Brodie wanna gat attack, don't test
On his ass, he get a heart attack
Death'll come and take his soul real fast
Funeral, lil' bitch, this your last, yuh woah
You lackin' hard, bro, my nigga, you a pack, yuh
I might sell your ashes to a crack addict
Glocks 40's and Macs, sniper ammo full pack
Draco paint Vanta black, hollow shells, I hit 'em with that, yah
I'm 'bout my motto, real strict to the code
Pronto, I'm quick with the blade to his throat
FWM, nigga gets split if he folds
Rose petals fall on your grave, funeral
Bro tend to lie, claim much BS to me
Pussy boy know he ain't 'bout what he speaks
Fuck what they sayin', I'm countin' this green, heh
All you lil niggas is fiends
Let's turn up, let's have some fun
Pump it up, let's party, baby
Throw your bands, throw it up
Watch it fall as they watch, jaw dropping
Bags, they comin' so fast
Hoes, they callin' like "What's up, baby?"
Turn me up, bih, let's dance
Popped a Molly, I'm sweatin', baby
Let's have some fun
Pump it up, let's party, baby
Throw your choppas right up
Bullets blowin', my opps, they fallin'
Bodies droppin' so fast
Roses fall in advance, let's party
Turn me up, bih, let's dance
Funeral, this your last, don’t play me
- Genre
- azryl