​walk in this ✈️ ​funeral

[Intro]
Walk into the airport, everybody staring at me
Had to walk back out, my choppa in the backseat
Put a hundred on this bitch, I swear I started laughing
Walk inside this bitch, I swear I started blasting

[Chorus]
Blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
Blood on my hands, I got blood on these mags too
Blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
Blood on my hands, I got blood on these mags too

[Verse 1]
Let the feds know they cannot find me
Go where I want, I'on need ID
Pig pull a motherfucker over, I'on really give a fuck
Yeah, ho, I shoot police
Two to the chest, one to the head
Four in the back, dump the rest in that motherfucker's face
12 squad car back up, pack up in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this whip finna race
I fuck around, put a hole in his check
I put the same strap to my head 'fore the feds ever make me confess
If I walk inside this bitch, I cannot leave until I see that everybody is dead
I do what I see recorded, my brain been through torture
I'm ready to blow off my head