Scorey - Obituaries lyrics
[Scorey - Obituaries lyrics]
(Yeezo, shut up, Oh, HicksMade this shit)
Uh uh, uh ayy
Gang face like obituaries
I remember them times I'd break
Down at the cemetery
We was screaming out, "Free Lil' Terry"
He got caught for some shit
That went down the preliminary
When I die momma don't be scared for me
Just make sure that my niggas carry me
Dripped in Gucci and Louis, burry me
I just wish that the streets ain't marry me
I be missing my main mans
Feel depression I get in that
Mode and I shake cans
Let it spray like a paint can
40 sound like a beat
When it flock he gon' break dance
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
30 clip gon' bust lil' nigga, I
Would knock him on butt
Make a fuck nigga dance to the beat
'Member long nights me and AT
Ridin' in the hills
Like two or three cans in the sea
RIP Gunz, Lil Gistay, Ray, Lil Zach
I done lost a couple friends to the streets
Glock 23 on my waist, looking
For that get back
He would never see the end to the peace
I go in when it's beef
Ain't tryna be a friend
What you mean? I'ma put the FN to his tee
Up in NY
Like the jets I be gripping on that TEC when
I'm running through the field wit' my cleats
Gang shells on the set, it ain't too
Many of us left in this shit
It'd seem like my friends been deceased
I'm just hoping' that my friend's at
Peace, let's race to the end
We gon' blow a couple bands when we meet
Gang face like obituaries
I remember them times I'd break
Down at the cemetery
We was screaming out, "Free Lil' Terry"
He got caught for some shit
That went down the preliminary
When I die momma don't be scared for me
Just make sure that my niggas carry me
Drippin' Gucci and Louis, burry me
I just wish that the streets ain't marry me
I be missing my main mans
Feel depression I get in that
Mode and I shake cans
Let it spray like a paint can
40 sound like a beat
When it flock he gon' break dance
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
Uh uh, uh ayy
Gang face like obituaries
I remember them times I'd break
Down at the cemetery
We was screaming out, "Free Lil' Terry"
He got caught for some shit
That went down the preliminary
When I die momma don't be scared for me
Just make sure that my niggas carry me
Dripped in Gucci and Louis, burry me
I just wish that the streets ain't marry me
I be missing my main mans
Feel depression I get in that
Mode and I shake cans
Let it spray like a paint can
40 sound like a beat
When it flock he gon' break dance
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
30 clip gon' bust lil' nigga, I
Would knock him on butt
Make a fuck nigga dance to the beat
'Member long nights me and AT
Ridin' in the hills
Like two or three cans in the sea
RIP Gunz, Lil Gistay, Ray, Lil Zach
I done lost a couple friends to the streets
Glock 23 on my waist, looking
For that get back
He would never see the end to the peace
I go in when it's beef
Ain't tryna be a friend
What you mean? I'ma put the FN to his tee
Up in NY
Like the jets I be gripping on that TEC when
I'm running through the field wit' my cleats
Gang shells on the set, it ain't too
Many of us left in this shit
It'd seem like my friends been deceased
I'm just hoping' that my friend's at
Peace, let's race to the end
We gon' blow a couple bands when we meet
Gang face like obituaries
I remember them times I'd break
Down at the cemetery
We was screaming out, "Free Lil' Terry"
He got caught for some shit
That went down the preliminary
When I die momma don't be scared for me
Just make sure that my niggas carry me
Drippin' Gucci and Louis, burry me
I just wish that the streets ain't marry me
I be missing my main mans
Feel depression I get in that
Mode and I shake cans
Let it spray like a paint can
40 sound like a beat
When it flock he gon' break dance
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man
He was ducking his grave man, on the
Book he was dissing and shit, he a brave man