Been 2 Hell & Back - wifisfuneral

Ayy, yuh

Ayy, I see dead people when I’m walking outside

I was raised to be on my shit stay ten toes outside

Ayy, I see dead people when I’m walking outside

I was raised to be on my shit, stay ten toes outside

Like is you really down to ride?

Don’t think you live this life

I could walk to hell and back and know I’d be alright

I told my daughter watch my back, cause him and I, we can’t lack

Keep it silent when I’m walking, I stop tweaking with the flats

And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap

Down pack, racked up on 30 bands

Know that Usain Bolt to the guap

Fold flat, Hurricane Chris my fist

Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ayy

Beans got me geeking, shit, I bit down on my cheek, ayy

Pulled up in dat Royce like who dat, they like «Shit, thats Weef"ayy

Long way just from trapping out your mommys, shit, I see, ayy

30 on the bezel damn like «yea thats just a piece», ayy

I can’t fuck no hoes, that bitch can take just like a sneeze, ayy

Blow pounds on the gas and now the space

You know my steez, ayy

Blow pounds on the- mm, yeah

You can’t drag my dirt, through my carpet

Bilowing smoke like a rocket, pop this ain’t no oxy

Tell the dead I’m sorry

Probably with them knots, be fly like Matt Hardy

I pour six inside my eight, me and death we got no fate

How you show up, this a hold up

They can’t hold me from my glo up

When these bitch niggas gon' grow up?

Up that five, you gon throw up

Tweaking off brick like molly

Riding with a bitch named Molly, Holly

Is that Rich Gang shit?

hardly

Pour the high tech for quali'

Ayy, I see dead people when I’m walking outside

I was raised to be on my shit, stay ten toes outside

Like is you really down to ride?

don’t think you live this life

I could walk to hell and back and know I’d be alright

I told my daughter watch my back, cause him and I, we can’t lack

Keep it silent when I’m walking, I stop tweaking with the flats

And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap

Down pack, racked up on 30 bands

Know that Usain Bolt to the guap

Fold flat, Hurricane Chris my fist

Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ayy

Beans got me geeking, shit, I bit down on my cheek, ayy

Pulled up in dat Royce like who dat, they like «Shit, thats Weef"ayy

Long way just from trapping out your mommys, shit, I see, ayy

30 on the bezel damn like «yea thats just a piece», ayy

I can’t fuck no hoes, that bitch can take just like a sneeze, ayy

Blow pounds on the gas and now the space

You know my steez, ayy

Blow pounds on the- mm, yeah