Funeral - fuckthelaw lyrics
[Funeral - fuckthelaw lyrics]
Address, he slipped up, I got his address
That boy think he slick I caught
Him lacking on the mattress
His baby mama think he still around
That shit is tragic
Know she ain't finna like when
She open up that package
No, lil' bitch, I'on play bout that shit
If you really think you about it
I can show how you get hit
Bitch, I really been about it
I know how to work that stick
Yo' bitch know how to work the dick
Yo' moms know how to work that dick
I swear I ain't lying bout that shit
If he wit' it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' bitch
'cause I ride wit' my dogs
And I'm slick, in yo' crib
I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled
Then I might get involved
If he wit' it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' bitch
'cause I ride wit' my dogs
And I'm slick, in yo' crib
I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled
Then I might get involved
Yeah, I might get involved
Lil' bitch, I'm on call
Four of us deep, in the Caddy then they gone
You can't drop me if you tried to
Pussy, I'on like you
If I want you dead, then you'd be dead
Lil' bitch, I might move
In wit' yo' ho, in that Benz wit' yo' ho
You play pretend wit' yo' ho
Leave you dead wit' yo' ho
Put some lead in them hoes
Is they dead? I'on know
But if they dead, then we ready
Ho, it's up, we on go
If he wit' it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' bitch
'cause I ride wit' my dogs
And I'm slick, in yo' crib
I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled
Then I might get involved
Too slow off the drank, I caught him lacking
Now he dead as a bitch
Fuck all them questions quit asking
'Cause you ain't getting shit
Yeah, fuck 12, fuck the courthouse
Fuck the law tell 'em get off of my dick
Mane, fuck all them hoes that
Said they love me
Swear they ain't getting shit
That boy think he slick I caught
Him lacking on the mattress
His baby mama think he still around
That shit is tragic
Know she ain't finna like when
She open up that package
No, lil' bitch, I'on play bout that shit
If you really think you about it
I can show how you get hit
Bitch, I really been about it
I know how to work that stick
Yo' bitch know how to work the dick
Yo' moms know how to work that dick
I swear I ain't lying bout that shit
If he wit' it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' bitch
'cause I ride wit' my dogs
And I'm slick, in yo' crib
I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled
Then I might get involved
If he wit' it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' bitch
'cause I ride wit' my dogs
And I'm slick, in yo' crib
I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled
Then I might get involved
Yeah, I might get involved
Lil' bitch, I'm on call
Four of us deep, in the Caddy then they gone
You can't drop me if you tried to
Pussy, I'on like you
If I want you dead, then you'd be dead
Lil' bitch, I might move
In wit' yo' ho, in that Benz wit' yo' ho
You play pretend wit' yo' ho
Leave you dead wit' yo' ho
Put some lead in them hoes
Is they dead? I'on know
But if they dead, then we ready
Ho, it's up, we on go
If he wit' it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' bitch
'cause I ride wit' my dogs
And I'm slick, in yo' crib
I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled
Then I might get involved
Too slow off the drank, I caught him lacking
Now he dead as a bitch
Fuck all them questions quit asking
'Cause you ain't getting shit
Yeah, fuck 12, fuck the courthouse
Fuck the law tell 'em get off of my dick
Mane, fuck all them hoes that
Said they love me
Swear they ain't getting shit