[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Hey Cris, fuck you
Yeah, mmh, yeah, mmh, yeah, alright, yeah, oh, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Pull up on empty, please don't test me
My sins address me, it's messy
In the bedsheets, yeah she hate me
That was last week, that's the past, see
And she thick just like some cabbage
Don't let me starve, please
Hol' up, trick, lil' penny pinchin' bitch on my dick
Regret hit me like a pill and now I'm lost up in this shit
My life burning like a Backwood, blowin' five G's
Could you save me from my enemy? 'Cause it's probably me
You ever see the world crumble in your hands? Ain't no help out from your mans
And all you got is just yourself writin' thoughts up on the pad
Road to kill but over obstacles I'm rising from the dead, hol' up
They say, "Ayy, Zay, just chill out, what you doin'?"
Oh, you niggas thought you bossed up, left me lookin' stupid
But when I crashed up in this bitch there ain't no point I'm provin'
Can't take what's mine, can't take my pride, 'cause on the ground, I'll prove it
All of respect, collect the check, and then I keep it moving
[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
Ayy, my thoughts don't collect, I thumb through a check
Came on me, respect, I'm too numb, neglect
My thoughts don't collect, I thumb through a check
Came on me, respect, I'm too numb, neglect
I'm too numb, neglect, I'm too numb, neglect
I'm too numb, neglect, I'm too numb, neglect, hol' up
My thoughts don't collect, I thumb through a check
Came on me, respect, I'm too numb, neglect
Hey Cris, fuck you
Yeah, mmh, yeah, mmh, yeah, alright, yeah, oh, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Pull up on empty, please don't test me
My sins address me, it's messy
In the bedsheets, yeah she hate me
That was last week, that's the past, see
And she thick just like some cabbage
Don't let me starve, please
Hol' up, trick, lil' penny pinchin' bitch on my dick
Regret hit me like a pill and now I'm lost up in this shit
My life burning like a Backwood, blowin' five G's
Could you save me from my enemy? 'Cause it's probably me
You ever see the world crumble in your hands? Ain't no help out from your mans
And all you got is just yourself writin' thoughts up on the pad
Road to kill but over obstacles I'm rising from the dead, hol' up
They say, "Ayy, Zay, just chill out, what you doin'?"
Oh, you niggas thought you bossed up, left me lookin' stupid
But when I crashed up in this bitch there ain't no point I'm provin'
Can't take what's mine, can't take my pride, 'cause on the ground, I'll prove it
All of respect, collect the check, and then I keep it moving
[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
Ayy, my thoughts don't collect, I thumb through a check
Came on me, respect, I'm too numb, neglect
My thoughts don't collect, I thumb through a check
Came on me, respect, I'm too numb, neglect
I'm too numb, neglect, I'm too numb, neglect
I'm too numb, neglect, I'm too numb, neglect, hol' up
My thoughts don't collect, I thumb through a check
Came on me, respect, I'm too numb, neglect
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