[Chorus: funeral]
Bet that bitch think I owe her somethin', I don't owe these bitches nothin'
I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh

[Verse 1: funeral]
I cannot get comfortable with these bitches
Tell her keep it to herself, mind her fucking busine-e-e-ess
Aight, I'ma fuck with you
Finessa, no Huxtable
Bitch, I am untouchable, this pistol very tuckable
I'ma fuck the bag еvery night 'cause the bag is thе only thing in my life that's fuckable
Sike, nah, ha

[Chorus: funeral]
Bet that bitch think I owe her somethin', I don't owe these bitches nothin'
I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh
(Think I owe her somethin')
(Owe these bitches none)
(Sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun)

[Verse 2: midwxst]
He all talk, he not on go
Play my cards like Yu-Gi-Oh!
Cracked his head like he's an egg
For his life, I heard him beg
Can't go outside, I never fold
Don't play games with me, no console
I shoot my shot like Pau Gasol
Ain't no damn way I'll sell my soul
He got hit with that heat
Nobody fucking with me, nah
Nobody really compete
You telling a story, a fleet
My money blue like Mr. Meeseeks
You n***as not stepping, won't see me
But you're gonna see me on TV
That boy don't wanna fight, no PvP
[Chorus: funeral]
Made that bitch think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these bitches none
I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it
That bitch think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these bitches none
I'm a sick son of a bitch, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh

[Outro: funeral]
Think that bitch still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh