Lil Keed
Funeral Gang
[Intro]
Rok on the track, yeah
YoungBoyBrown, on my kid

[Verse]
I kick that ho right out of the Bent'
Quit selling crack, he sell the fish
I don't need a gun, I shoot with a fist
I drop the check, they tear through your flesh
I put ice age all on my wrist
Bad lil' bitch, rose gold her tits
I fuck her mouth, don't give her no kiss
I get to that money, I don't skip a day
My ho came from Instagram, I made her bae
I'm in a Lambo' truck, fuck a Wraith
These n***a hating on your boy, they throwing shade (What else?)
Nah, we swinging the sticks, no Tarzan
I'm balling out like Randolf
I drive the Benz' with my hands off
Nah, I'll never surrender, even though my last name Render
Makin' it snow, real chinchilla
I want the smoke, real tension
You made the news, check the channel
I went and bought and F&N, yeah
My young n***as shoot at your [?]
I'm a freshman, came in last year
Superstar status, these hoes linin' up
I told Stickbaby, "Shoot up the club"
And I was in it, I don't give a fuck
Playin' it right off, I didn't know who it was
I came with [?]
Want less than two-fifty, we taking your guns
Funeral gang shit, funeral gang shit
I put chains on my neck, wrist
A dick on her mouth, give it kisses
Put my baby mama on, yeah, she came up off my riches
Good for life, she know it ain't shit
Free Big Dre out the slammer (Yeah)
Throw my set up like a banner (Yeah)
I do my dirt with my town (Yeah)
Your mama, she light up the candles (Yeah)
More than a deuce in the Fanta (Yeah)
Freak ho, she Hannah Montana (Yeah)
Gucci socks with Gucci sandals (Yeah)
Her ass is fat like a [?] (Yeah)