[Chorus]
My condolences
I'll shed a tear with your family
I'll open a bottle up
Pour a little bit out in your memory
I'll be at the wake dressed in all black
I'll call out your name but you won't call back
I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
'Cause baby you're dead to me

[Verse 1]
This little bitch got me fucked up (fucked up)
I think I need another double cup of (cup of)
Something to make me turnt;
I pound black crown till I hit the dirt
I run round town lookin' for all that's worth
I think I found my very next perp'
Hop in the Buick (in the Buick)
Let's make some music, get abusive; its amusing (its amusing)
The way you lie, between these guys;
Tell me who you choosin'
Its confusing; why-am-I losing all of myself
I guess I'm stupid I was using all my energy on someone else
How could you do this? (How could you do this?)
You know-what-the-truth is?;
I-think-you know, bitch you was ruthless (you was ruthless)
You lie through all your teeth so now you're toothless
You'll need-a-new-route when-I'm-down and out;
So open-your-mouth and tell-'em-all bout the thirty-seven dudes you used to snooze with
[Chorus]
My condolences
I'll shed a tear with your family
I'll open a bottle up
Pour a little bit out in your memory
I'll be at the wake dressed in all black
I'll call out your name but you won't call back
I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
'Cause baby you're dead to me

[Verse 2]
I might go, psycho, on a light load
Like a dike ho, getting lypo
Sike bro, never might know
Where I've flown, what do I know
I know (I know-I know...)
I know just where you've been, and who you've done
Your predicaments; and the sins to shun
All the drugs you sniff, I bet your kid gonna become a menace (menace)
Remember those days where you cheated on me with Dennis
JC, Manny, and Brandon
Fuckin Austin while you dressin' like Texas
Do I really need to get a census?
Senseless little bent bitch
Taking ten dicks in one week
One in each hole, holy cum streak
I'm dumb weak from thinkin' of everybody that I really should've gone and blood beat
Takin' my time
Bitch I be spittin' my rhymes
Thinkin' of sittin' inside, instead of still asking to ride, the dick of the guy
That you be giving the eye with
Look at my iris
Even Siri couldn't help you hide chick
I've written in violence
I'm lit and too high to care if you say bye bitch
[Chorus]
My condolences
I'll shed a tear with your family
I'll open a bottle up
Pour a little bit out in your memory
I'll be at the wake dressed in all black
I'll call out your name but you won't call back
I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
'Cause baby you're dead to me