none

[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