Funeral - fuckem lyrics
[Funeral - fuckem lyrics]
III love you, funeral oh, shit!
It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on and they strapped up
If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up
Know better, boy, back up
My killers don't lack, yuh
Talking 'bout that shit
That you don't know nothin' about
Get you whacked, yuh
I'ma walk up in yo' residence
Fuck the police, 'cause they
Ain't got no evidence, fuck 'em
I put yo' head to the blade
And I get to the chopping
And call it a severance, fuck 'em
I cannot work wit' no piggy
They ain't fucking wit me
Yеah, they all irrelevant, fuck 'еm
I cannot talk to no bitch when
He act like a bitch
Yeah, he not in my element, fuck 'em
Pussy do not try me, took yo' bitch
Pussy do not try me
Pussy do not try me, took yo' bitch
Yeah, you can try these hollows
Yo' bitch, she a eater, ooh, I need her
Way she suck and swallow
Sawed off, up it at yo' fucking face
And make yo' fucking jaw low
Need to take a look at yo' surroundings
Getting fucking followed
Bitch, I'on fuck wit' yo' clique
They can all die
I know he don't know what's in these clips
They can all die
Soon as he get shot, he act a bitch
He ain't alright
Soon as he step out the fucking house, bitch
It's on sight
It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on and they strapped up
If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up
Know better, boy, back up
My killers don't lack, yuh
Talking 'bout that shit
That you don't know nothin' about
Get you whacked, yuh
(It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on, And they strapped up)
(If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up)
(Know better, boy, back up)
(My killers don't lack, yuh)
(Talking 'bout that shit
That you don't know nothin' about)
(Get you whacked, yuh) iII love you, funeral
It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on and they strapped up
If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up
Know better, boy, back up
My killers don't lack, yuh
Talking 'bout that shit
That you don't know nothin' about
Get you whacked, yuh
I'ma walk up in yo' residence
Fuck the police, 'cause they
Ain't got no evidence, fuck 'em
I put yo' head to the blade
And I get to the chopping
And call it a severance, fuck 'em
I cannot work wit' no piggy
They ain't fucking wit me
Yеah, they all irrelevant, fuck 'еm
I cannot talk to no bitch when
He act like a bitch
Yeah, he not in my element, fuck 'em
Pussy do not try me, took yo' bitch
Pussy do not try me
Pussy do not try me, took yo' bitch
Yeah, you can try these hollows
Yo' bitch, she a eater, ooh, I need her
Way she suck and swallow
Sawed off, up it at yo' fucking face
And make yo' fucking jaw low
Need to take a look at yo' surroundings
Getting fucking followed
Bitch, I'on fuck wit' yo' clique
They can all die
I know he don't know what's in these clips
They can all die
Soon as he get shot, he act a bitch
He ain't alright
Soon as he step out the fucking house, bitch
It's on sight
It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on and they strapped up
If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up
Know better, boy, back up
My killers don't lack, yuh
Talking 'bout that shit
That you don't know nothin' about
Get you whacked, yuh
(It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on, And they strapped up)
(If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up)
(Know better, boy, back up)
(My killers don't lack, yuh)
(Talking 'bout that shit
That you don't know nothin' about)
(Get you whacked, yuh) iII love you, funeral