Clouded Funeral Lyrics

Got them Gucci's on my feet, they hit my phone again

She thought she could hop up in that Benz, then go hang with Ben

They thought we was cool, nah lil' homie, nah you ain't my friend

Walkin' all alone, I check my phone, they sendin' paragraphs the messages

Never all alone, you know who I be steppin' with

Walk with a lil' limp on my side, when I got it in my pants

She hop up out that ride, yeah, sendin' paragraphs them messages

Star in the sky, make it shine bright, don't miss your chance

Like when you got out, it's like you slipped right through, you missed my hand

No, baby, nah, you ain't gotta go, yeah

Come dine in, already know, yeah

You ain't gotta get that to go, yeah

Come on over, know I'm just sittin' on that couch

Yeah, I'm smokin', yeah, I'm never sober

Let me push up on that body, yeah, matte black LDC Rover

Pop me a yerk, gotta sit back, yeah, it got colder

You know I be from Texas, yeah, so I'm relyin' on my soda

She act like she don't know me, yeah, but I know I know ya

I'll be right here, just waiting up on the sofa

If you got that misery, yeah, you can come on over

Got plenty of seat cushions, plenty of space on the sofa

She don't even know the real me, she ain't even know I had hoes, yeah

Remember when the washer broke, the dryer broke, had to hit that laundromat

But I'm back in my bag, yeah, like I be up in my Santa sack

Might actually have some gift under the tree this year, huh

How about that

All these lil' racks in my hand right now, I don't care who's got my back

Cause I got my shit, I ain't gotta worry about what you gon' get

It's big LDC gang shit, lil' boy, yeah, you know what it is

Got yo' bitch off these lil' blue bucks, yeah, and who I is

Not no rizz, mind yo' business, yeah, I'm lookin' at you, you know what it is

Unlikely I'll step up out this crib without this four fifth

Hollow round, hollow mask, on my face, yeah, blue tips

You better not let me see you cry and tear at that funeral, yeah, I saw that shit