Funeral - backseat lyrics
[Funeral - backseat lyrics]
It's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking it's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
Why I'm with your bitch and she gon'
Act like she don't know you?
I went to your block and bitch
They said that they don't know you
AR-15, 223 on me, bitch, I'ma fold you
I was with your ho, not your ho
She gon' ho you you is just a Twitter ho
Look at where them bullets go
Hollow go right through your dome
We gon' get you in your home
(You is just a Twitter ho)
(Look at where them bullets go)
(Hollow go right through your dome)
(We gon' get you in your home)
It's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
Back and forth, go back and forth
I don't know a fucking thing
That's what I'm asking for
What I'm asking for, back to back and forth
I'ma fade the fuck away until
I smack the floor ayy, fade away, fade away
Glocky make him fade away
12 tryna take my ass downtown like I
Ain't got nothing to say today
12 wanna get in my bag like, "Hey, boy
What the fuck you make today?"
Oxy clean my Glock, yeah
This Oxy take that stain away
It's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking it's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
White hoes doing cocaine in the backseat
223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking it's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
Why I'm with your bitch and she gon'
Act like she don't know you?
I went to your block and bitch
They said that they don't know you
AR-15, 223 on me, bitch, I'ma fold you
I was with your ho, not your ho
She gon' ho you you is just a Twitter ho
Look at where them bullets go
Hollow go right through your dome
We gon' get you in your home
(You is just a Twitter ho)
(Look at where them bullets go)
(Hollow go right through your dome)
(We gon' get you in your home)
It's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
Back and forth, go back and forth
I don't know a fucking thing
That's what I'm asking for
What I'm asking for, back to back and forth
I'ma fade the fuck away until
I smack the floor ayy, fade away, fade away
Glocky make him fade away
12 tryna take my ass downtown like I
Ain't got nothing to say today
12 wanna get in my bag like, "Hey, boy
What the fuck you make today?"
Oxy clean my Glock, yeah
This Oxy take that stain away
It's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking it's some white hoes doing
Cocaine in the backseat 223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
White hoes doing cocaine in the backseat
223 on me
I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me
Packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him
Know he lacking
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