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[Chorus: funeral]
Bet that b*tch think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these b*tches none
I'm a sick son of a b*tch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these b*tches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b*tch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh

[Verse 1: funeral]
I cannot get comfortable with these b*tches
Tell her keep it to herself, mind her f*cking busine-e-e-ess
Aight, I'ma f*ck with you
Finessa, no Huxtable
b*tch, I am untouchable, this pistol very tuckable
I'ma f*ck the bag еvery night, 'cause the bag is thе only thing in my life that's f*ckable
Sike, nah, ha

[Chorus: funeral]
Bet that b*tch think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these b*tches none
I'm a sick son of a b*tch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these b*tches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b*tch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh
(Think I owe her sumn)
(Owe these b*tches none)
(Sick son of a b*tch, 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 f*cking with me, nah
Nobody really compete
You telling a story, a fleet
My money blue like Mr. Meeseeks
You n*ggas 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 b*tch think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these b*tches none
I'm a sick son of a b*tch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these b*tches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b*tch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it
That b*tch think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these b*tches none
I'm a sick son of a b*tch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these b*tches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b*tch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh

[Outro: funeral]
Think that b*tch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh
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