Hunnits, Fifties wifisfuneral (Ft. Yung Bans)

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[Intro: Wifisfuneral]
[?]
And these diamonds on my, yuh, ay

[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Understand that these diamonds on my neck look like a glacier, ayy
And I don't even need your hoe, don't need to save her, ayy
I'm just counting up the guap, get right the paper, ayy
I'm just counting up the guap, get right the paper, ayy
I got them hunnits, fifties, in the trap, where it's at
I got them hunnits, fifties, in the trap, where it's at
Splittin' hunnits, fifties, yeah, in the trap, where it's at
[?] hunnits, fifties, ay, in the trap, where it's at, yeah

[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Spent about 10 bands on my necklace
Hunnit racks bussin' out the wrapper, lil broke boy
Yet you say you flexin'
Count it up, count it up, diamonds on flex mode
Shit looking like it's playin' Tetris
'Preme on my chest, I'm a mess
Lil bitch then spend that check and I wreck shit
Lil bitch twitch like erections
You ain't got the strap like yuh, ay
Runnin' up them bands like yuh, ay
Main bitch a side hoe what, ay
Had to cut my ex, she a thot, ay
I'm a real nigga, know how I rock, yeah
I don't want box, just top, ay
Smokin' all the loud, can't stop, ay
Wrist work right with the pot, damn
Wrist work right with the pot, damn
Broke my wrist like what, damn
Wrist work right with the pot
Broke my wrist like what