
gridlock funeral (Ft. RIVEN)
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[Verse 1: funeral]
Why you getting pissed off? I'ma let my wrist talk
Kill your ass in gridlock, shoot up, then I drift off
I'm into extortion, get to you extorting
Money I'm exporting, killing you a sport then
Bloody, bloody fall, bloody, funny when they fall
Bloody, bloody in they tummy when I make 'em hit the wall
Bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody it's so funny, oh
[Verse 2: RIVEN]
Never-ending pain, hop up in this bitch, yeah, I be flexing every day
[?]
I don't trust no one, racks on me, they're so long
Gas on me, it's so strong, get yo' bitch to have some fun
Run up on me, get hit with a gun, man, why they [?]
[?] don't piss me off, I feel like I am a God
Yeah, yеah, racks on me, it's made of [?]
[?]
[Verse 3: funeral]
Watching them fall, broad day, kill 'еm all-all
Bodies in the hall, you can meet me at the mall
We up at your house when we know no one around-round
I'ma keep it quiet, no, I will not make a sound
Why you getting pissed off? I'ma let my wrist talk
Kill your ass in gridlock, shoot up, then I drift off
I'm into extortion, get to you extorting
Money I'm exporting, killing you a sport then
Bloody, bloody fall, bloody, funny when they fall
Bloody, bloody in they tummy when I make 'em hit the wall
Bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody it's so funny, oh
[Verse 2: RIVEN]
Never-ending pain, hop up in this bitch, yeah, I be flexing every day
[?]
I don't trust no one, racks on me, they're so long
Gas on me, it's so strong, get yo' bitch to have some fun
Run up on me, get hit with a gun, man, why they [?]
[?] don't piss me off, I feel like I am a God
Yeah, yеah, racks on me, it's made of [?]
[?]
[Verse 3: funeral]
Watching them fall, broad day, kill 'еm all-all
Bodies in the hall, you can meet me at the mall
We up at your house when we know no one around-round
I'ma keep it quiet, no, I will not make a sound
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