letra de there go your funeral - youngboy never broke again
[chorus]
my brother in that on his ass, that’s what he drive to catch him
same place they sleepin’ out, same place we stretched ’em
probably catch him leavin’ out inside of traffic, left him for the police bleedin’ out
you know that we successed him, check this out
i’m with that sh-t you say you ’bout, b-tch, hold on, bring ’em out
my youngin wet his mama house, b-tch, i don’t run my mouth
you know i only like to talk sh-t ’cause i back it up
we swing through there and there your funeral, b-tch, they gon’ have a party on your block
[verse 1]
soon as them shots let off, fourth of july, we light it up
soon as we let it off, said, “that’s it up”
we walked him down without no ski mask on, know we bе all around the town
strapped down with plenty chromе, all them n-ggas hoes, they need each other so they cl!ck up
i don’t need a thing but this cutter and my brothers, let it bang
we bust his brain, it’s f-ck him, let his mama love him
youngboy slimy motherf-cker, they know not to trust him
plucked him, next day in the cutlass (plucked him)
[chorus]
my brother in that on his ass, that’s what he drive to catch him
same place they sleepin’ out, same place we stretched ’em
probably catch him leavin’ out inside of traffic, left him for the police bleedin’ out
you know that we successed him, check this out
i’m with that sh-t you say you ’bout, b-tch, hold on, bring ’em out
my youngin wet his mama house, b-tch, i don’t run my mouth
you know i only like to talk sh-t ’cause i back it up
we swing through there and there your funeral, b-tch
[verse 2]
hold on, back it up, we up the stick and smash him
buyin’ guns, we rackin’ up, can’t wait until we catch ’em
know you n-ggas b-tches, y’all be tweetin’ and all of that stuff
you can fight this heater in my pants, you ain’t that tough
this b-tch could stop a mack truck with your p-ssy ass
know you did that bad and that’s sad, how they claim that they wan’ see me
know i’m that, that lil’ n-gga who gon’ shoot the bl!cky at all of you n-ggas
they was fans, now they wanna k!ll me, swear that i don’t get it, but
[chorus]
my brother in that on his ass, that’s what he drive to catch him
same place they sleepin’ out, same place we stretched ’em
probably catch him leavin’ out inside of traffic, left him for the police bleedin’ out
you know that we successed him, check this out
i’m with that sh-t you say you ’bout, b-tch, hold on, bring ’em out
my youngin wet his mama house, b-tch, i don’t run my mouth
you know i only like to talk sh-t ’cause i back it up
we swing through there and there your funeral, b-tch
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