Lyrics wifisfuneral – lil Jeff Hardy
Text:
DJ Akademiks:
You go to a fucking concert
You trying to get lit
You’re probably under the influence of some drugs
And, basically the motherfucking rapper whose on stage
Does a fucking cannonball, or some type of swanton bomb
In to your section of the crowd
And niggas giving you a Miguel legdrop
He’s kicking you in the neck, he’s kicking you in the face
What the fuck are you going to do, just keep singing along?
Wifisfuneral:
Walk up in this bitch, I’m flexed up
I’m next up
If you shoot, protect your chest, bruh
Don’t act up
Diamonds looking like Mega Man
I blast off
Pour eight-
Ayy, I feel this percocet in my system
(Cris Dinero)
Haha, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
Shit, fuck, yuh
Ay, walk up in this bitch, I’m flexed up
I’m next up
If you shoot, protect your chest, bruh
Don’t act up
Diamonds looking like Mega Man, I blast off
Pour eight of the Tech on my ass, dawg
Ay, okay like, thick lil shorty, tell me what it do
Smoke a whole ounce to the face, I’m a demon, ooh
You might need me too
They don’t know Zay from the bridge, I might up it
It is what it is what it ain’t, bitch, lil whore, swallow my jitts
Bitch, payback strong, I got a K with a lip
Walk up in your section, take over, vip
30 bands, 20 bills on my hip, I’m like fuck it
I fuck her sister and cousin
Bitch, you gon’ top off my brother, then top off my cousin
Just fucking and sucking and leave no discussion
I do the dope, hoe, you smelling like onions
Just fucking and sucking and leave no discussion
I do the dope, hoe, you smelling like onions
Bring the beat like, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Album
wifisfuneral – Boy Who Cried Wolf
