EXPIRE ​funeral

[Intro]
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Oh, shit

[Verse 1]
Hear them talking on the phone, they call the exorcist
I'ma shoot right between his eyes, I'm a perfectionist
Baby, you can't get this love, I ain't affectionate
I got cuts all over my wrist, we not connecting it (Oh—)
Two tone Glock, yeah, I'm killing it
I'm on three-hundred mil' of sert and I ain't feeling it
I got that model 83 and I'm concealing it (Oh—, oh—)
I'ma shoot him and his brains gon' have the ceiling hit (Bah, bah)

[Chorus]
I'ma make him expire
Creeping, crawling all around his room like a spider
I'm on the dark web, murder for hire
7921, get a little higher (Bah, bah)
I'ma make him expire
Creeping, crawling all around his room like a spider
I'm on the dark web, murder for hire
7921, get a little higher

[Bridge]
Get a little higher
Hi-higher, yeah, yeah, yeah
High, high, high
High, high, high
Yeah, oh