funeral — backseat

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it’s some white h*s 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 h**s 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 b*tch and she gon’ act like she don’t know you?
i went to your block and b*tch , they said that they don’t know you
ar-15,.223 on me, b*tch , i’ma fold you
i was with your h*, not your h*, she gon’ h you
you is just a twitter h*
look at where them bullets go
hollow go right through your dome
we gon’ get you in your home
(you is just a twitter h*)
(look at where them bullets go)
(hollow go right through your dome)
(we gon’ get you in your home)

it’s some white h*s 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 f*cking thing, that’s what i’m asking for
what i’m asking for, back to back and forth
i’ma fade the f*ck away until i smack the floor
ayy, fade away, fade away, glocky make him fade away
12 tryna take my a* downtown like i ain’t got nothing to say today
12 wanna get in my bag like, «hey, boy, what the f*ck you make today?»
oxy clean my glock, yeah, this oxy take that stain away

it’s some white h**s 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 h**s 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 h**s 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