Tee Grizzley - The Funeral lyrics

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

She asked for a purse, I'm like
"You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like
"That shit dead" (RIP)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like
"Bring an extinguisher"
She like,  "Why?" 'Cause I need
Some fire-ass head

I don't like no bougie bitches
We ain't got nothin' in common (At all)
Like my hoes ratchet
She'll twerk in front of her mama
(Fuck it up) and her mama and her auntie
Gon' twerk with her (Fuck it up)
Her best friend gon' get drunk as
Fuck and flirt with her (Oh shit)
I got some new numbers, I need rubbers
It's gon' be a busy week
Copy-and pasting messages to my
Freaks, I miss you, let's link
Say she want Ruth Chris, bitch
McDonalds up the street (Right there)
All that money shit, I do
That for the 'Gram, ho, i'm cheap
(Facts)

When she asked for a purse, I'm like
"You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like
"That shit dead" (RIP)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like
"Bring an extinguisher" she like
"Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head

When I hit, I'm out of your way (Gone)
Catch me a nut and I gotta skate
One in the head, don't cock it, okay?
I'm from the city, we cocky, okay?
Shaq with the number 'cause I
Had to block it, okay?
(Outta here) shaq with the number 'cause I
Had to block it, okay?
(Shit outta here)
You know it was my bitch if
You got blocked from my page (Not me)
She asked, "Was it real?" I said, "yeah
Real fake" (Fake)
You knew what it was when I ain't
Take you on no real date (You knew)
Tryna beat it like I'm Mike, I'm tryna
Beat, bitch, like Dre, hold up, wait

Then she asked for a purse, I'm like
"You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like
"That shit dead" (RIP)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like
"Bring an extinguisher" she like
"Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head

You know I ain't left handed
'cause I hit these bitches right away
(Facts) she so cold that I had to
Hit her by the fireplace (Yup)
Still waiting on the dealership to
Send my license plate came condom
I can't let 'em fry me
Like some rice and steak
Nah, I can't fuck her raw
'cause she gon' text like, "We gotta talk"
If your head fire
Have my driver take you to the mall
Nah, you can't get in my bed in them pants
Take 'em off
I'm a gentleman, after I fuck, here go a rag
Wipe it off

She asked for a purse, I'm like
"You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like
"That shit dead" (RIP)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like
"Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass

Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Ain't gotta say much
Could pull a bitch with one line
Niggas say they gangsters
Ain't commit one crime
Fuck them niggas, though
Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Ain't gotta say much, pull a
Bitch with one line, ayy
I been on that one grind, ayy
Grindin' 'til the sun down