Funeral Lyrics

All black dickie suit

You're Crazy No Joke

All black, Dickie's suit

When I pull up to the funeral

My heart inside a casket, damn

I thought we was bulletproof

You let your guard down again

Hate to happen to you twin

But this time, I'ma play to win

I hit my knees and pray to God

Hope he forgive me for my sins

Cause I try not to let the devil win

But sometimes, the flesh give in

But you know how that shit go

Keep it P, get in that mode

You would think I'm fighting UFC

Done seen so many bows

You would think I work for Krispy Kreme

Done served so many o's

Pour up three zips of the red, this shit here got me moving slow

Countin' up these dead pres', I can never sell my soul

I been running up that money, I can't beef bout no hoe

Bitch left, run them racks up

Bitch left, ran that sack up

Pink slip, pull up ,that's a new car

New bitch, pull up, give me good mop

I ain't perfect but I'm working, I know I deserve it

Dark shades, feeling like I'm Ray,I'm blind to the hate

Long nights, I been on that grind, I can't waste no time

I gave you me and you played with my head

I damn near lost my mind

She like, do you want some head

Like how the fuck you read my mind

Can't let you cap me down

Fake love, keep it from round

Can't ride my wave, I bet you drown

They gon' switch up, you just stay down

All black, Dickie's suit

When I pull up to the funeral

My heart inside a casket, damn

I thought we was bulletproof

You let your guard down again

Hate to happen to you twin

But this time, I'ma play to win

I hit my knees and pray to God

Hope he forgive me for my sins

Cause I try not to let the devil win

But sometimes, the flesh give in

But you know how that shit go

Keep it P, get in that mode

You would think I'm fighting UFC

Done seen so many bows

You would think I work for Krispy Kreme

Done served so many o's

Pour up three zips of the red, this shit here got me moving slow

Countin' up these dead pres', I can never sell my soul

I been running up that money, I can't beef bout no hoe

Step, step, step, step

I ain't fucking with these niggas, I'll step on these niggas

Step, step, step, step

And if a nigga try and pull the Tec on a nigga

Like the ref, shoot it like I'm Steph

I had lost my heart, I got nothing left

Like I hit a homerun, I would slide by myself

Hating on a nigga, that shit bad for your health

Mr. can't be fucked with, please do not play with him

He stay to himself, but not alone, he keep that Drac with him

He stay out of the way and he just wanna get that paper up

Scarred a couple times, now I'm just scarred up by these paper cuts

All black, Dickie's suit

When I pull up to the funeral

My heart inside a casket, damn

I thought we was bulletproof

You let your guard down again

Hate to happen to you twin

But this time, I'ma play to win

I hit my knees and pray to God

Hope he forgive me for my sins

Cause I try not to let the devil win

But sometimes, the flesh give in

But you know how that shit go

Keep it P, get in that mode

You would think I'm fighting UFC

Done seen so many bows

You would think I work for Krispy Kreme

Done served so many o's

Pour up three zips of the red, this shit here got me moving slow

Countin' up these dead pres', I can never sell my soul

I been running up that money, I can't beef bout no hoe