lirik lagu k-lyricone - "backstreet funeral"
[intro]
(ayy, k~lyricone)
(808 mafia)
yeah, yeah (skrrt)
ayy, turn my headphones up (woo, woo)
bah, bah, bah! (graow!)
[chorus]
told that b~tch hit the block and go spin it (spin it)
big drum make the back of the benz start winnin’ (skrrt)
catch his ass lackin’ in the lot, we pin him (bow, bow)
ain’t no talk, lil’ b~tch, i’m a certified villain (graow, graow)
f~ck the opps, put a tag on his face (face)
blue tips turn the car to a grave (boom)
we don’t shoot just to scare, we erase (nah)
ain’t no love in the field, just hate (hate, hate)
[verse 1]
(yeah)
whole block know my name, i’m a problem (problem)
ten deep in the van, masked up like gotham (ha)
f~ck a drive~by, b~tch, we walkin’ up proper (brrt)
left sh~lls on the floor, no lobster (nah)
catch lil’ buddy tryna post by the store (store)
hit him in the chest, he won’t rap no more (bow)
n~ggas out here cappin’ in they songs like pros (fake)
‘til they see that red beam, then they froze (froze)
we ain’t squashin’ no beef, keep it cookin’ (cookin’)
ak kick like a motherf~cka pushin’ (boom)
i ain’t into no games, no rookies (nah)
glock got a drum, f~ck a standard cookie (ha)
[interlude]
yeah (yeah)
spin, spin, spin, spin (graow)
don’t stop ‘til the clip run thin (bow)
yeah, yeah (yeah)
[chorus]
told that bh hit the block and go spin it (spin it)
big drum make the back of the benz start winnin’ (skrrt)
catch his ass lackin’ in the lot, we pin him (bow, bow)
ain’t no talk, lil’ b~tch, i’m a certified villain (graow, graow)
f~ck the opps, put a tag on his face (face)
blue tips turn the car to a grave (boom)
we don’t shoot just to scare, we erase (nah)
ain’t no love in the field, just hate (hate, hate)
[verse 2]
backstreet funeral, ride with the he~rs~ (he~rs~)
catch his ass first, he gon’ leave in the dirt (dirt)
young n~gga cold, i’ma make sh~t worse (worse)
pop two percs, then i go on a purge (purge)
opps in the club, gettin’ lit, that’s dumb (dumb)
we outside waitin’ in the rain with drums (boom)
f~ck talkin’ ‘bout peace, we want blood when it come (come)
everybody gettin’ hit, we don’t leave no crumbs (nah)
send a hit for a bag, that’s light (light)
young shooter put a beam on the pipe (pipe)
don’t post no pics, won’t type (nah)
real street sh~t, we don’t need no hype (woo)
[outro]
yeah (yeah)
f~ck the opps (opps)
backstreet funeral (funeral)
graow, graow, graow, graow! (bow, bow, bow)
spin it, spin it, spin it! (spin)
skrrt!
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