Wifisfuneral - XXL Freshman Freestyle: wifisfuneral lyrics

Ayy, I see dead people
When I'm walking 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
You know I'll 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 tweaking with the flats and
I just made a call to Rex
See us on FaceTime with the strap
Down pat racked up on thirty bands
You know that
Usain Bolt to the guap, fall flat
Hurricane Chris my fist, oh yeah
Hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ay
Beams got me geeking, shit I
Bit down on my cheek, ay
Pulled up in that Royce like who
That there, like shit it's weef, ay
Long way just from trapping out
Your mommy, shit I see, ay
Thirty on the bezel, damn like
Yeah that's just a piece, ay
I can't fuck no hoes, that
Bitch contagious like a sneeze, ay
Blow pounds of the gas in outer
Space, you know my steez, yeah
Blow pounds of the gas in outer