funeral – packgotmyeyeslow Lyrics
Artist: funeral
Song: packgotmyeyeslow
Pack got my eyes low
Im wit some vile hoes
It ain’t really nothing
Make that mf die slow
Die hoe, hop up out my ride hoe
f#ck round u gon die bro
Just wait til we slide tho
We at the grave and we upping them poles at yo family
Lil brodie i swear that im sick
Don’t be suprised when you looking down
And see me dicking down, f#cking and kissing yo b#tch
Swear you a b#tch
Everybody in ya own hood laughing that you got hit
All that work that you was putting in
I swear to god it really ain’t mean sh#t
p#ss# love to talk, tell him come test me
Im in a foreign swervin with bestie
Head shots, why you wearing yo vest b
Bullet fly til that mf resting
Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out
You know i’m airing that hoe
Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out
Lil b#tch i’m airing that hoe
Mf want smoke he can get it all night
He be wit sum white hoes, and them b#tches alt right
Wit a bad lil bih she can get it all night
Shot that lil boy up, dressed in all white
He said put them guns down, put yo fists up b#tch
f#ck allat sh#t, choppa lift up b#tch
Choppa on me shoot a b#tch up b#tch
f#ck allat talk u ain’t wit nun b#tch
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Release Year: 2022