[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Imagine that was my shit right there, haha
Yeah, stack it up, rack it up, I get it, yeah
I hit up seven, no, not 7-Eleven
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy

[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
Oh, it's a bird, it's a plane (Brrt)
Oh, that's an opp? Well, he in the grave (Yeah)
Them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (Yeah)
I was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (Yeah)
Okay, this guap just got me splurging (Ooh)
Dippin' in that big body suburban and I'm swervin' (Ooh)
Main bitch, she complainin', so I bought that bitch a Birkin (Shut up)
She smile and forgive me so I did that shit on purpose (Haha)
Stunting like my daddy but this ain't Weezy and Birdman (No)
Ayy, back in '96, my daddy used to flip the birds then (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
That's a fact (Yeah)

[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
And now I'm back up on that ass
Too many stripes, this shit ain't plaid
I know my enemies hate me on purpose
I'm going up, and they stay mad (Ooh)
Okay, don't ever think it's up, bitch (Ooh)
We might fuck you up and I got paps up in that clutch, trick
Throw a damnit at him if he think he doing something (Wow)
Demon [?] .45 when it get to bussin'
I pop the Xanax now I see demons when they lurking (Pop)
They want at that top, boy, I'm 'bout it so don't assert me (Ayy, don't assert)