Trevmas, Funeral - ​they think she stream ​ lyrics

Bad bitch wanna fuck
(She do) , but I don't do no pity (yeah)
Cat, it talk to me
I'm over here like Hello Kitty (Like Hello)
I just left my shot up on her back
This not no Ricky (yeah)
Inside of the whip is peanut butter
Not no Jiffy (yeah)
This not no Skippy
(yeah) , rock Balmain, not Dickies (yeah
Yeah)
I don't got a type, but best believe it, ho
I'm picky (yeah)
All them hoes like, "Pick me" (yeah, yeah)
Start to feel like Drake
'cause after one fuck, they get sticky
(yeah, yеah)
Picking up the mic in grade elеven (yeah)
They said I was goofy, I was Mickey (Oh, oh)
In the back seat of my whip
I'm with your bitch we hit a quickie


(Oh, oh)
I got the crowd jumping, no hippie, bitch
I'm holding 50 (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, we ain't eating out, but
I got this bitch screaming, "Tip me up"
(Oh, oh)
She like, "Rip me up, " my cup like
"Sip me up" (Oh, yeah)
I don't got manners, don't got manners
No insignia (Oh, oh)
And my shooter never miss
He shoot like Curry, this not India
(Oh, yeah) met at the club and now
I'm sinning out with Cynthia (O oh)
My bitch bad, they think she
Stream, we box 'em up, supreme
(O oh) with my whole regime, yeah
We take out your whole team (O oh)
It's not Halloween, bloody face
Not talking Scream (O oh)
I just bagged a baddie ho
It boost my self-esteem (yeah, yeah)
Up this shit, I cause a racket
Not the tennis team (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm easily convinced
Please don't pressure me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Counting all these fucking racks
I'm like the treasury (yeah, yeah, yeah)
G-lock in the tote
I only tote deadly accessories (yeah, yeah)

Bad bitch wanna fuck, I pick her
Up, we get straight to it, yeah
(yeah, yeah) this a big ass whip, lil' hoe
This a big ass unit, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
Hundred dollar caviar, bitch, don't
Even chew it, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
You ain't met this Glock before, well
Let me introduce it (yeah, yeah)

This a big clip, fiber, we tote big shit
(yeah, yeah) hit him in his chest, ho
Promise we won't miss him (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she let me fuck a couple times
I'm getting distant (yeah, yeah)
He think 'cause he got a couple ties
He think he big shit (yeah, yeah)
Put his silhouette up on the
Ground, said I'm the best, pound for pound
(yeah, yeah)
She told me she wanna fuck, said turn around
And gave her rounds (yeah, yeah)
Heard he talking shit, my Glock, it rumble
Not the tummy sound (yeah)
Like the coconuts up on her chest
I like her mounds
You better come correct, dick
Up in your bitch, look how she cum collect
She know she can't fuck with me
She gave me that humble neck (Like Hello)
My shooter a marksman
He shoot that shit like Boba Fett (yeah)
I brought the Wock' to Germany
Fuck an Oktoberfest (yeah, yeah)
I feel like DJ Khaled, ho
You know we the best (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm riding in a ghost
It's like my whip possessed (yeah, yeah)
Every day my worth get bigger, ho
It's never less (yeah, yeah)
Nike sends me shoes themselves
These shit's you'll never get (yeah)
Glocky on my side, thats my go-to (On God)
Now I'm up, they want a piece, like
I don't know you (On God)

Boy, you cannot ho me, at your block
They don't know you
See me with this switch up on my Glock
I'ma fold you (On God)
They don't know you
(On God) , they don't know, dude
Bitch, I've been a soldier with this rocket
It explode you my choppa a fucking whore
I make this bitch blow you
Bitch, I'm busting down your door
My choppa explore you
Say something, lil' bitch, in the
Whip, got a ray gun, lil' bitch
(On God)
Say something, 'fore we play something
Get a case up in this bitch (On God)
Say something 'fore I make something
Shit happen in this bitch, yeah
Say something, pull a rack out, pull
A strap out and get hit, yeah
Fuck your reputation, Taylor Swift
Think I did something bad
Why I smack the fuck out of his
Ass? He ain't do nothing back
Tell him, "Come and get it back in blood
" he ain't even touching that
I'ma still do what the fuck I want
What your bitch blushing at?
Ayy, fuck America, lil' bitch
I've been a psycho my life is so sick
But I'm so sick of all my side hoes
Anywhere I'm at
These bitches go wherever I go
I'ma take a walk
Yeen really with it like I'm Tycho

(O oh) Bad bitch wanna fuck, I pick
Her up, we get straight to it, yeah (O oh)
This a big ass whip, lil' hoe
This a big ass unit, yeah
(O oh) hundred dollar caviar, bitch, don't
Even chew it, yeah
(O oh)
You ain't met this Glock before, well
Let me introduce it

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