BloodyBoysWhoCriedWolf lyrics

[Intro: Wifisfuneral]
Yuh, ooh, ooh
Cris Dinero on the track
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy

[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Listen, you can find me back in the grave, dead in the maze
Hold my bullets, when I shoot ‘em, russian roulette, ooh with that range
If I up, then I’mma dump, like what the f*ck, don’t get stupid
I can’t hold it all, stacked in my way, Act' in my brain
Switching, ripping, b*tch fall I back in that lane, yuh
my b*tch white, Hillary Duff, uh
Scrape the bowl right from the front, uh
Thick yellowbone in the c*nt, hey
Kill me with that noose, truce, ooh
Did that sh*t that I’m just used to
No conscience, I might shoot through, ayy
Pump stick, boy, don’t pump fake
With that stick, trick, ooh
Bad b*tch try to curve me
Count this guap, now she look thirsty
You see Kiki tote a 30
Broad day, out in early
Spilling codeine out my bladder when I take a p*ss
Popping addys, popping xannys, baby I been busting missions
Pink molly in my casket, jugging in the mission
See I fell asleep in codeine, now I wake up in my misery
Money make her c*m, that b*tch feeling like she off pure ecstasy
Hundred band, honey couldn’t jug with me
I just got back, flying overseas
Ooh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see
I just got back, flying overseas
Oh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Ay, okay like
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, a hundred bands
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, yuh, ay, okay, like
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, a hundred bands
f*ck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
f*ck that up, like right there
Okay, a hundred bands like

[Verse 2: CHXPO]
A thousand percs, 50 pints
So I whip out like 50 glocks
Sound like 20 choppers
Spilling down your block with that re-rock
Boy, we got like half a brick, that’s a straight drop
Made a hundred thousand in the trap spot (ooh)
But I made like 20 off this pot, a hunned off a lick
This year alone, I just spent like 80 taking trips
I’m in Saks Fifth, spending money, like I’m rich
I’m hood rich, she a good b*tch, give her good di*k
I’m from the trenches, I ain’t from the hood, b*tch
Treat a model b*tch, centerfold b*tch, like an alley cat
Feeling [?], but you can have her back
I don’t need no backup, 'cause this uzi got my back
20 racks in my Gucci fanny pack (My what?)
I make the pack flip just like a acrobat (ooh)
b*tch, my trap house doing jumping jacks
I don’t wanna hit your bag, it ain’t no thrax
Lil CHXPO used to shop at T.J. Maxx
Now, b*tch, I be shopping in Saks
Lil CHXPO, how much you pay for that hat? (How much you paid?)
b*tch, I paid like two racks
Lil CHXPO, go and get your wave cap
n*gga tryna get my wave back
n*ggas tried to ride my wave since way back
We gon' shoot where they f*cking face at
Lil CHXPO, what you doing right now?
I’m just cooling, in the jugg house