BloodyBoysWhoCriedWolf ​​wifisfuneral (Ft. CHXPO)

[Intro: Wifisfuneral]
Yuh, ooh, ooh
Cris Dinero on the track
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy

[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Listen, you can find me back in the grave, dead in the maze
Hold my bullets, when I shoot ‘em, russian roulette, ooh with that range
If I up, then I’mma dump, like what the fuck, don’t get stupid
I can’t hold it all, stacked in my way, Act' in my brain
Switching, ripping, bitch fall I back in that lane, yuh
my bitch white, Hillary Duff, uh
Scrape the bowl right from the front, uh
Thick yellowbone in the cunt, hey
Kill me with that noose, truce, ooh
Did that shit that I’m just used to
No conscience, I might shoot through, ayy
Pump stick, boy, don’t pump fake
With that stick, trick, ooh
Bad bitch try to curve me
Count this guap, now she look thirsty
You see Kiki tote a 30
Broad day, out in early
Spilling codeine out my bladder when I take a piss
Popping addys, popping xannys, baby I been busting missions
Pink molly in my casket, jugging in the mission
See I fell asleep in codeine, now I wake up in my misery
Money make her cum, that bitch feeling like she off pure ecstasy
Hundred band, honey couldn’t jug with me
I just got back, flying overseas
Ooh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see
I just got back, flying overseas
Oh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see