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 fuck, don't get stupid I can't hold it all, stacked in my way, Act' in my brain Switching, ripping, bitch fall I back in that lane, yuh my bitch white, Hillary Duff, uh Scrape the bowl right from the front, uh Thick yellowbone in the cunt, hey Kill me with that noose, truce, ooh Did that shit 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 bitch 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 piss 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 cum, that bitch 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 [Chorus: Wifisfuneral] Ay, okay like Fuck that up, like right there Ay, okay, that 'Cedes-Benz Fuck that up, like right there Ay, okay, a hundred bands Fuck that up, like right there Ay, okay, that 'Cedes-Benz Fuck that up, like right there Ay, yuh, ay, okay, like Fuck that up, like right there Ay, okay, that 'Cedes-Benz Fuck that up, like right there Ay, okay, a hundred bands Fuck that up, like right there Ay, okay, that 'Cedes-Benz Fuck 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 bitch, give her good dick I'm from the trenches, I ain't from the hood, bitch Treat a model bitch, centerfold bitch, 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) Bitch, 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, bitch, I be shopping in Saks Lil CHXPO, how much you pay for that hat? (How much you paid?) Bitch, I paid like two racks Lil CHXPO, go and get your wave cap Nigga tryna get my wave back Niggas tried to ride my wave since way back We gon' shoot where they fucking face at Lil CHXPO, what you doing right now? I'm just cooling, in the jugg house