[Wifisfuneral:]

Ayy, yeah

Runnin' that street life

Yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cris Dinero

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Ayy, okay, like



Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?"

Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back

Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat

Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes

Ain't nothin' I can do about that

Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?"

Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back

Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat

Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes

Ain't nothin' I can do about that



Today I woke up with them racks, put five grams in my Backwood

.38 up on my hip, won't slip

No face, no case, that's racks in the book

Bring it back like a boomerang, yeah, don't look

Crystal on my neck look like 3M

I know your boyfriend wanna be me, yeah we see him

Take the swag, take the swag, you need it, ay

She said my chain the complexion of piss

I just might swim in your miss, yes

Hold up, lil' shorty, you tweakin'

My white bitch, she geekin'

Run through them stacks like LeBron with no defense

Wax up on them like Mr. Miyagi

Daniel-san, know that it's best you don't try me

Smokin' on kill, I call that poison ivy

Wrist lookin' like a rock made out of water



Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?"

Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back

Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat

Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes

Ain't nothin' I can do about that

Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?"

Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back

Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat

Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes

Ain't nothin' I can do about that



[Danny Towers:]

Today I woke up with the urge

To lay a fuck nigga in the dirt

He look suspicious, no lurkin' on our turf

So them pistols loaded

Put me through hell, I will prevail

I'm pistol toting

This life's a bitch, but she'll let you hit once you get to know her

My Blood told me the judge on me

I'm tip-toein', my dick showin'

Really, I got no trust in these niggas

See me, I feel no sympathy

I'm dustin' these niggas

Put a blade to my face, 2K for the play

I'm bustin' these bitches

If he can't get you, you gon' make a nigga pull up for the rest of you niggas

I'm wishin' death on you niggas, yeah



[Wifisfuneral:]

Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?"

Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back

Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat

Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes

Ain't nothin' I can do about that

Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?"

Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back

Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat

Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes

Ain't nothin' I can do about that