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[Chorus: funeral] Bet that bitch think I owe her somethin', I don't owe these bitches nothin' I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh [Verse 1: funeral] I cannot get comfortable with these bitches Tell her keep it to herself, mind her fucking busine-e-e-ess Aight, I'ma fuck with you Finessa, no Huxtable Bitch, I am untouchable, this pistol very tuckable I'ma fuck the bag еvery night 'cause the bag is thе only thing in my life that's fuckable Sike, nah, ha [Chorus: funeral] Bet that bitch think I owe her somethin', I don't owe these bitches nothin' I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh (Think I owe her somethin') (Owe these bitches none) (Sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun) [Verse 2: midwxst] He all talk, he not on go Play my cards like Yu-Gi-Oh! Cracked his head like he's an egg For his life, I heard him beg Can't go outside, I never fold Don't play games with me, no console I shoot my shot like Pau Gasol Ain't no damn way I'll sell my soul He got hit with that heat Nobody fucking with me, nah Nobody really compete You telling a story, a fleet My money blue like Mr. Meeseeks You niggas not stepping, won't see me But you're gonna see me on TV That boy don't wanna fight, no PvP [Chorus: funeral] Made that bitch think I owe her sumn I don't owe these bitches none I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it That bitch think I owe her sumn I don't owe these bitches none I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh [Outro: funeral] Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh