Funeral - fuckem2 lyrics
[Funeral - fuckem2 lyrics]
Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by
Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high
We done shot him in the back end
And the bullet coming out the right eye
Now his homeboys all around him
If they stick around, yeah, they might die
Tryna catch one, but I caught nine
All dead, night-night red beam, night light
Broad day, 'til it's night time
Run him down at the right time
Ride round wit' them fuckboys
Get shot up, cut ya face off
Shoot ya legs, ho, cut ya pace off
All the police been paid off
Rocket on me, go, take off
Blade on skin, flayed off
Boy, you died off a stray
Talk, bitch, take the tape off
Bitch, I'm posted up with them
Killers that be posting shit
We got yo' location, need to
Watch, what you posting, bitch?
This Glock got you floating, bitch
Glock what I'm toting, bitch
This Glock got a hunnid bodies
Some of 'em still loading, bitch
Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by
Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high
We done shot him in the back end
And the bullet coming out the right eye
Now his homeboys all around him
If they stick around, yeah, they might die
(Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by)
(Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high)
(We done shot him in the back end
And the bullet coming out the right eye)
(Now his homeboys all around him
If they stick around, yeah, they might die)
Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high
We done shot him in the back end
And the bullet coming out the right eye
Now his homeboys all around him
If they stick around, yeah, they might die
Tryna catch one, but I caught nine
All dead, night-night red beam, night light
Broad day, 'til it's night time
Run him down at the right time
Ride round wit' them fuckboys
Get shot up, cut ya face off
Shoot ya legs, ho, cut ya pace off
All the police been paid off
Rocket on me, go, take off
Blade on skin, flayed off
Boy, you died off a stray
Talk, bitch, take the tape off
Bitch, I'm posted up with them
Killers that be posting shit
We got yo' location, need to
Watch, what you posting, bitch?
This Glock got you floating, bitch
Glock what I'm toting, bitch
This Glock got a hunnid bodies
Some of 'em still loading, bitch
Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by
Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high
We done shot him in the back end
And the bullet coming out the right eye
Now his homeboys all around him
If they stick around, yeah, they might die
(Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by)
(Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high)
(We done shot him in the back end
And the bullet coming out the right eye)
(Now his homeboys all around him
If they stick around, yeah, they might die)