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• Artiste: Wifisfuneral
• Titre: Right Back
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Hi, my name is Ryan I'm in this bitch for my nigga Wifisfuneral And the kid before trunks I scream low rate death in the skies 3 xanax gon' put it to the test I kill a motherfucker blank dead in the eye Demons coming out in the evening, greaming I can't lie man, I wish I was dead right now Pusi I'd bury myself in the motherfucking grave right now What's the play right now? Young dead pimp coming alive from the motherfucking grave right now Ay, dubs in my body can't move You walk around like a human pharmaceutical I ain't new to this, ain't new to you I'm postin' guap bitch how 'bout you Got bands on bands, I can throw to the roof Got drugs on drugs and your bitch getting loose Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, what it do? Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack Got six pints of the tech Spent ten bands on my wrist too Spent 800 right on these shoes Ear game, wrist game, what it do? Know if any bitch swallow my babies New Glock, 40 go crazy But fuck that, now I got paper The lean move slow like the matrix New Glock, 40 go crazy But fuck that, now I got paper The lean move slow like the matrix New Glock, 40 go crazy But fuck that, now I got paper Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack Two tecs to your motherfucking chest High class weed, smokin' stank like a motherfucking pest My cup dirtier than the L.A river Diamonds on me is gon' make you shiver Sippin on act you can check my liver My chain is so swolled and it look like glitter Choked out, smoked out, what you crying about? Lyin' down in your feelings now you're crying now I heard a [?] bitch that you talking now I feel no empathy as we gon' kill your rave, bitch Eight ounce, eight ounce Four ounce, break it down Eight ounce Four ounce, five ounce, break it down One pound, two pound, smoke it down, break it down One ounce, eight ounce, three ounce, break it down Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack Bussin' right back on the pack Name another nigga with the sack