fuckem Lyrics

I-I-I love you, funeral

Oh, shit!

It's two hoes in the backseat wit' they mask on

And they strapped up

If we find you, better get down, 'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up

Know better, boy, back up

My killers don't lack, yuh

Talking 'bout that shit, that you don't know nothin' about

Get you whacked, yuh

I'ma walk up in yo' residence

Fuck the police, 'cause they ain't got no evidence, fuck 'em

I put yo' head to the blade

And I get to the chopping and call it a severance, fuck 'em

I cannot work wit' no piggy, they ain't fucking wit me

Yеah, they all irrelevant, fuck 'еm

I cannot talk to no bitch when he act like a bitch

Yeah, he not in my element, fuck 'em

Pussy do not try me, took yo' bitch

Pussy do not try me

Pussy do not try me, took yo' bitch

Yeah, you can try these hollows

Yo' bitch, she a eater, ooh, I need her

Way she suck and swallow

Sawed off, up it at yo' fucking face

And make yo' fucking jaw low

Need to take a look at yo' surroundings

Getting fucking followed

Bitch, I'on fuck wit' yo' clique, they can all die

I know he don't know what's in these clips, they can all die

Soon as he get shot, he act a bitch, he ain't alright

Soon as he step out the fucking house, bitch, it's on sight

It's two hoes in the backseat wit' they mask on

And they strapped up

If we find you, better get down, 'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up

Know better, boy, back up

My killers don't lack, yuh

Talking 'bout that shit, that you don't know nothin' about

Get you whacked, yuh

(It's two hoes in the backseat wit' they mask on)

(And they strapped up)

(If we find you, better get down, 'cause we coming in wit' them MACs up)

(Know better, boy, back up)

(My killers don't lack, yuh)

(Talking 'bout that shit, that you don't know nothin' about)

(Get you whacked, yuh)

I-I-I love you, funeral