Wifisfuneral - User Friendly lyrics
[Wifisfuneral - User Friendly lyrics]
Falco, I'm coming, I'm coming
Just a young kid
Resurrected from the graveyard
Black plague in my veins
Dark sins from people writing bang bro
Fucking with your bitch man
Nigga ain't a typo
Coming from a city where a nigga might blow
Voicemail, call back, dial tone
Dropped calls, conversations when alone
Let me breathe in the city like
A pretty motherfucker I be
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
My dick in they mouth
They got too user friendly
Told em my soul out the the shadows
I am rollin blunts smoking
Down by the matress
Told you niggas staring now you
Off to acting platinum
Got no intentions we step up in
The scene and we diminish rappers
Shit ain't ever gonna happen for
You half ass niggas
Step up in my town, hear the sound
When I come around back pack nigga
Feeling like my life a
Quentin Tarantino movie
Slicing niggas with my katana
I keep it moving
Off a vivid dark liquor with a
Percocet this sweeties style booming
I'm close to my gift that I'm pursuing
All three raw shots I'm ready
Fucking bitches
Manifesting out the dark side
Burning blunts until I'm high
Feel the far side
Eyes red until a nigga see the sunrise
A nigga dancing with the devil we got our job
All the consummation that I witnessed
I ain't never trusting bitches
All alone let the smoke flow
Smoking cigarettes down until he come
And lose his torso down while I'm writing
Writing while I'm down naked bitches
Pinky ring on my right
Swear pimping at it's finest
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
My dick in they mouth they
Got too user friendly
Smoke on my kush, I got more than a many
Countin dice, roaches
Smokin blunts in the Honda
Sky check makin bitches dig it like
That shit that goes tomorrow
Make a bitch drop it down to the ground
Yeah pussy ain't a problem
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
Just a young ass pimp aye
Just a young ass pimp yeah
Just a young ass pimp yeah
Just a young kid
Resurrected from the graveyard
Black plague in my veins
Dark sins from people writing bang bro
Fucking with your bitch man
Nigga ain't a typo
Coming from a city where a nigga might blow
Voicemail, call back, dial tone
Dropped calls, conversations when alone
Let me breathe in the city like
A pretty motherfucker I be
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
My dick in they mouth
They got too user friendly
Told em my soul out the the shadows
I am rollin blunts smoking
Down by the matress
Told you niggas staring now you
Off to acting platinum
Got no intentions we step up in
The scene and we diminish rappers
Shit ain't ever gonna happen for
You half ass niggas
Step up in my town, hear the sound
When I come around back pack nigga
Feeling like my life a
Quentin Tarantino movie
Slicing niggas with my katana
I keep it moving
Off a vivid dark liquor with a
Percocet this sweeties style booming
I'm close to my gift that I'm pursuing
All three raw shots I'm ready
Fucking bitches
Manifesting out the dark side
Burning blunts until I'm high
Feel the far side
Eyes red until a nigga see the sunrise
A nigga dancing with the devil we got our job
All the consummation that I witnessed
I ain't never trusting bitches
All alone let the smoke flow
Smoking cigarettes down until he come
And lose his torso down while I'm writing
Writing while I'm down naked bitches
Pinky ring on my right
Swear pimping at it's finest
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
My dick in they mouth they
Got too user friendly
Smoke on my kush, I got more than a many
Countin dice, roaches
Smokin blunts in the Honda
Sky check makin bitches dig it like
That shit that goes tomorrow
Make a bitch drop it down to the ground
Yeah pussy ain't a problem
Got twenty-six to eighty-five bitches
Ripping on a wood, gram, right click pimping
Just a young ass pimp aye
Just a young ass pimp yeah
Just a young ass pimp yeah