III love you, funeral oh, shit!
It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on and they strapped up
If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up
Know better, boy, back up
My killers don't lack, yuh
Talking 'bout that shit
That you [A7don't know nothin' about
Get you [A7whacked, yuh
I'ma walk up in yo' ɾesidence
F*ck the police, 'cause they
Ain't got [Fm7]no evidence, f*ck 'em
I put yo' head to [C7]the blade
And I get to [C7]the chopping
And call [Em]it a severance, f*ck 'em
I cannot work wit' no piggy
They ain't fucking wit me
Yеah, they all [Em]irrelevant, f*ck 'еm
I cannot talk to [C7]no bitch when
He act like [F]a bitch
Yeah, he not in my [A]element, f*ck 'em
Pussy do not tɾy me, took yo' bitch
Pussy do not tɾy me
Pussy do not tɾy me, took yo' bitch
Yeah, you [A7can tɾy these hollows
Yo' bitch, she a eater, ooh, I need her
Way she suck and [Bm]swallow
Sawed off, up it at yo' fucking face
And make yo' fucking jaw low
Need to [C7]take a look at yo' surroundings
Getting fucking followed
Bitch, I'on [C7]f*ck wit' yo' clique
They can all [Em]die
I know he don't know what's in these clips
They can all [Em]die
Soon [C7]as he get shot, he act a bitch
He ain't alright
Soon [C7]as he step out the fucking house, bitch
It's on [C7]sight
It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on [C7]and [Bm]they stɾapped up
If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them [A]MACs up
Know better, boy, back up
My killers don't lack, yuh
Talking 'bout that shit
That you [A7don't know nothin' about
Get you [A7whacked, yuh
(It's two hoes in the backseat
Wit' they mask on, And they stɾapped up)
(If we find you, better get down
'cause we coming in wit' them [A]MACs up)
(Know better, boy, back up)
(My killers don't lack, yuh)
(Talking 'bout that shit
That you [A7don't know nothin' about)
(Get you [A7whacked, yuh) iII love you, funeral
