Outtaluck Prodic (Ft. ​funeral & Nevering)

[Chorus: funeral]
Act like you hate me, I'on think I give a fuck
Bitch, you can't save me, know I keep this blicky tucked
Yeah, I keep it on me, yeah, you claim you better though
Ain't nothing wrong with me, I think you ran out of luck
Act like you hate me, I'on think I give a fuck
Bitch, you can't save me, know I keep this blicky tucked
Yeah, I keep it on me, yeah, you claim you better though
Ain't nothing wrong with me, I think you ran out of luck

[Verse 1: Nevering]
Bitch, we loaded up, I keep that shit on me, they see it and I know they run
I got yo' text and, girl, I know I'm not the only one
He said it once, but we don't really owe these bitches nothin'
Bitch, I don't givе a fuck
She got me really stuck and I don't think its lovе
I only love the drugs, I'll show you how its done

[Bridge: Nevering]
I pull up with my gang and I shoot you in yo' head now
Talkin' bad 'bout us, pretty sure get put down
You'll be fucking dead, yeah sixfeet underground
Yeah, and you won't make another fucking sound

[Verse 2: PRODIC]
I don't wanna be the person you are
I don't wanna dream the future, it's far
Just shut the fuck up, we're having fun
And you know that we're always toxic, right?
I keep a Glock, this shit always fucking tight
And you cannot deny that we're always right
I don't wanna fuck and tell you twice
And I don't wanna be the one that's nice
Bitch, you will fucking die tonight
Oh, that's a fucking bullet in his head now
How the fuck did he fold so quick? now he's on the ground
We got rounds
And, yeah, we shoot lots of rounds