Funeral - script lyrics
[Funeral - script lyrics]
I told his ho, let's go somewhere
That she ain't ever been before
Oh my God, know she bad
No, I cannot let it go
Oh wait, hol' up, oh no
I'on know where I'm bouta go
Oh wait, oh, oh, I'm on go
Ho, I'm out the door
Red light, all night, all right
I know she up to some'
She said she love me, oh
She must think that I'm dumb
I know this bitch a trick
Know what she really want
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worried bout some old hoes
Lemme flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worriеd bout some old hoes
Lemmе flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
Ayy, boy, better back yo' ass up
'Fore yo' stupid ass get shot (Yuh)
Boy, better hide yo' face
Before yo' stupid ass get caught (Yuh)
My homie done got the drop (Yuh)
You better watch out, get ya Glock out
Boy, you finna get popped (Yuh)
Get yo' body dropped (Yuh)
Ayy, my homie shoot out the window
In the Benz, ho, with them spinnas
And them big hoes
Red light wit' them big poles
Play wit' them sticks, limbo
Boy get sliced, Kimbo smoking on that endo
Never play pretend, ho
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worried bout some old hoes
Lemme flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worried bout some old hoes
Lemme flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
That she ain't ever been before
Oh my God, know she bad
No, I cannot let it go
Oh wait, hol' up, oh no
I'on know where I'm bouta go
Oh wait, oh, oh, I'm on go
Ho, I'm out the door
Red light, all night, all right
I know she up to some'
She said she love me, oh
She must think that I'm dumb
I know this bitch a trick
Know what she really want
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worried bout some old hoes
Lemme flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worriеd bout some old hoes
Lemmе flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
Ayy, boy, better back yo' ass up
'Fore yo' stupid ass get shot (Yuh)
Boy, better hide yo' face
Before yo' stupid ass get caught (Yuh)
My homie done got the drop (Yuh)
You better watch out, get ya Glock out
Boy, you finna get popped (Yuh)
Get yo' body dropped (Yuh)
Ayy, my homie shoot out the window
In the Benz, ho, with them spinnas
And them big hoes
Red light wit' them big poles
Play wit' them sticks, limbo
Boy get sliced, Kimbo smoking on that endo
Never play pretend, ho
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worried bout some old hoes
Lemme flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus
No, that bitch don't love me
That bitch love oxycodone
Oh boy, what's wrong wit me?
I'm worried bout some old hoes
Lemme flip the script
Can't fuck wit' that bitch
Just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us
I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag
We hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus