​backseat ​funeral

[Chorus]
It's some white hoes doing cocaine in the backseat
.223 on me, I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me, packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him, know he lacking
It's some white hoes doing cocaine in the backseat
.223 on me, I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me, packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him, know he lacking

[Verse 1]
Why I'm with your bitch and she gon' act like she don't know you?
I went to your block and bitch, they said that they don't know you
AR-15, .223 on me, bitch, I'ma fold you
I was with your ho, not your ho, she gon' ho you
You is just a Twitter ho
Look at where them bullets go
Hollow go right through your dome
We gon' get you in your home
(You is just a Twitter ho)
(Look at where them bullets go)
(Hollow go right through your dome)
(We gon' get you in your home)

[Chorus]
It's some white hoes doing cocaine in the backseat
.223 on me, I make him run like it's a track meet
He wanna go to war, let's get it, ammo on me, packing
Walk up in his crib, yeah, I'ma get him, know he lacking