Wifisfuneral - Been 2 Hell & Back lyrics

Ayy, yuh ayy, I see dead people
When I'm walkin' outside
I was raised to be on my shit, stay ten toes
What?

Ayy, I see dead people
When I'm walkin' outside
I was raised to be on my shit
Stay ten toes outside
Like is you really down to ride?
Don't think you live this life
I could walk to Hell and back
And know I'd be alright

I told my dog to watch my
Back, 'cause him and I, we can't lack
Keep it silent when I'm walking
I stop tweakin' with the flats
And I just made a call to Rex
See him on FaceTime with the strap
Down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that
Usain Bolt to the guap, fold flat
Hurricane Chris my fist

Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you
Know that I tweak, ayy
Beans got me geeking, shit, I
Bit down on my cheek, ayy
Pulled up in that Royce like
Who that? They like "Shit, it's Weef" ayy
Long way just from trappin' out
Your mommy's, shit, I see, ayy
30 on the bezel, damn, like
Yeah that's just the piece, ayy
I can't fuck no hoes, that
Bitch contagious like a sneeze, ayy
Blow pounds on the gas and outta
Space, you know my steez, ayy
Blow pounds on the- mm, yeah

You can't drag my dirt through my carpet
Blowin' smoke like a rocket
Pop this ain't no oxy, tell the dead
"I'm sorry" probably where them knots be
Fly like Matt Hardy
I pour six inside my eight, me and Death
We got no fate
How you show up? This a hold up
They can't hold me from my glo up
When these bitch niggas gon' grow up?
Up that five, you gon' throw up, uh
Tweakin' off brick like molly
Ridin' with a bitch named Molly, Holly
Is that Rich Gang shit? Hardly
Pour the high tech for quali'

Ayy, I see dead people
When I'm walkin' outside
I was raised to be on my shit
Stay ten toes outside
Like is you really down to ride?
Don't think you live this life
I could walk to Hell and back
And know I'd be alright

I told my dog to watch my
Back, 'cause him and I, we can't lack
Keep it silent when I'm walkin'
I stop tweakin' with the flats
And I just made a call to Rex
See him on FaceTime with the strap
Down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that
Usain Bolt to the guap, fold flat
Hurricane Chris my fist

Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you
Know that I tweak, ayy
Beans got me geeking, shit, I
Bit down on my cheek, ayy
Pulled up in that Royce like
Who that? They like "Shit, it's Weef" ayy
Long way just from trappin' out
Your mommy's, shit, I see, ayy
30 on the bezel, damn, like
Yeah that's just the piece, ayy
I can't fuck no hoes, that
Bitch contagious like a sneeze, ayy
Blow pounds on the gas and outta
Space, you know my steez, ayy
Blow pounds on the- mm, yeah