Текст wifisfuneral – 30for30

wifisfuneral:
Mmm, yo yo, ay, yuh
Yuh yuh yuh
Ay, yo yo

Aimin’ right at his top, pop his melon
He a op, he a enemy, get him
Put on horns if you want see the devil
He get hot, I’ma pop out this bezzle
I’m poppin’ bands like this cold, bitch, no kettle
Kick to get salad, but this shit ain’t metal
Slump like snake, we gon wack you a rattle
I might just attack you and keep it high ‘fessional
I told you I ain’t lackin’, I told you I’m savage
FN and hollow tips aim at apartments
I got that Nike check, lil’ bitch, I’m joggin’
Tell the lil’ butthole, like please, get off me
Remix that drink, get it out in the morning
Sippin’ on so much, the sip that I’m coughin’

Al Benji:
I’m a wifi so them bullets connect
Diamonds dripping, put a house on my neck
Walk with two choppers, or I walk with a TEC
Little bitch, all I want is the sex
Good brain like she passin’ a test
This ain’t Nike but I stay with a check
5 bands and that’s just for some Gucci
We’re shooting ops, highlight reel it’s a movie
Bad bitch, ain’t notice she boujie

wifisfuneral:
Ay, she suck me up, eat the dick like a smoothie
Rap shit don’t work, I’m back out stick it moving
Keep two hammers, Bob the Builder, I’m toolin’
Tell me, lil nigga, who is you fooling?
Uh, who is you foolin’?
Tell me who next? The bullets they big
Big as baguettes
She give me top, chop off the neck
I wanna rock, might go jet flex

Al Benji:
I ain’t mad ’cause the way that I flex
So much ice, frostbite on my neck
So much ice you might slip when I walk in
Chest shots, woulda thought he was coughin’
Bullets ripping through his chest just like he hopin’
Bitch, gimme head, I don’t wanna hear talkin’
Ball on niggas, I ain’t talking ’bout sportin’