bodybags funeral (Ft. glaive)
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[Chorus: funeral]
Bitch, I walk into—
Bitch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, fuck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
Bitch-bitch, I—, bitch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, fuck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
[Verse 1: funeral]
Ayy, bitch, I'm strapped like NRA
I hop in this fuckin' whip like, "Who the fuck gon' die today?"
Who am I gon' kill today? Bitch, I'm sick of feeling good, I ain't gon' take my pill, okay
Bitch, I'm sick of feeling straight, like, who blood getting spilled? Okay
Bitch, I'm strapped up like ****
I'ma walk into the store and air this whole bitch out, on God
Bitch, my loadout really fye like my ass IRL on COD
Put that fye on him myself, bitch, I don't need no fucking squad
[Verse 2: glaive]
I don't need no fucking squad, but I love my bros a lot
Shoot your mans up, put his hands up, I feel like a fucking cop
Sike, nah, I could never fear the pigs, no, not at all
I'm at thе function, nodding off, they mad as fuck I'm popular, uh-huh, huh
I love my bros becausе they bet on me
Just checked the fucking pedigree, a million dollars made when I was seventeen, if anything
Hate to see me win 'cause it's repetitive
Never take a sedative, if anything
Bitch, I walk into—
Bitch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, fuck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
Bitch-bitch, I—, bitch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, fuck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
[Verse 1: funeral]
Ayy, bitch, I'm strapped like NRA
I hop in this fuckin' whip like, "Who the fuck gon' die today?"
Who am I gon' kill today? Bitch, I'm sick of feeling good, I ain't gon' take my pill, okay
Bitch, I'm sick of feeling straight, like, who blood getting spilled? Okay
Bitch, I'm strapped up like ****
I'ma walk into the store and air this whole bitch out, on God
Bitch, my loadout really fye like my ass IRL on COD
Put that fye on him myself, bitch, I don't need no fucking squad
[Verse 2: glaive]
I don't need no fucking squad, but I love my bros a lot
Shoot your mans up, put his hands up, I feel like a fucking cop
Sike, nah, I could never fear the pigs, no, not at all
I'm at thе function, nodding off, they mad as fuck I'm popular, uh-huh, huh
I love my bros becausе they bet on me
Just checked the fucking pedigree, a million dollars made when I was seventeen, if anything
Hate to see me win 'cause it's repetitive
Never take a sedative, if anything
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