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wifisfuneral – been 2 hell & back lyrics

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[intro]
ayy, yuh
ayy, i see dead people when i’m walkin’ outside
i was raised to be on my sh-t, stay ten toes, what?

[chorus]
ayy, i see dead people when i’m walkin’ outside
i was raised to be on my sh-t, stay ten toes outside
like is you really down to ride? don’t think you live this life
i could walk to h-ll and back and know i’d be alright

[post-chorus]
i told my dog to watch my back, ’cause him and i, we can’t lack
keep it silent when i’m walking, i stop tweakin’ with the flats
and i just made a call to rex, see him on facetime with the strap
down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that
usain bolt to the guap, fold flat, hurricane chris my fist

[bridge]
oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that i tweak, ayy
beans got me geeking, sh-t, i bit down on my cheek, ayy
pulled up in that royce like who that? they like “sh-t, it’s weef” ayy
long way just from trappin’ out your mommy’s, sh-t, i see, ayy
30 on the bezel, d-mn, like yeah that’s just the piece, ayy
i can’t f-ck no hoes, that b-tch contagious like a sneeze, ayy
blow pounds on the gas and outta sp-ce, you know my st–z, ayy
blow pounds on the- mm, yeah

[verse]
you can’t drag my dirt through my carpet
blowin’ smoke like a rocket
pop this ain’t no oxy, tell the dead, “i’m sorry”
probably where them knots be, fly like matt hardy
i pour six inside my eight, me and death, we got no fate
how you show up? this a hold up
they can’t hold me from my glo up
when these b-tch n-gg-s gon’ grow up?
up that five, you gon’ throw up, uh
tweakin’ off brick like molly
ridin’ with a b-tch named molly, holly
is that rich gang sh-t? hardly
pour the high tech for quali’

[chorus]
ayy, i see dead people when i’m walkin’ outside
i was raised to be on my sh-t, stay ten toes outside
like is you really down to ride? don’t think you live this life
i could walk to h-ll and back and know i’d be alright

[post-chorus]
i told my dog to watch my back, ’cause him and i, we can’t lack
keep it silent when i’m walkin’, i stop tweakin’ with the flats
and i just made a call to rex, see him on facetime with the strap
down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that
usain bolt to the guap, fold flat, hurricane chris my fist

[bridge]
oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that i tweak, ayy
beans got me geeking, sh-t, i bit down on my cheek, ayy
pulled up in that royce like who that? they like “sh-t, it’s weef” ayy
long way just from trappin’ out your mommy’s, sh-t, i see, ayy
30 on the bezel, d-mn, like yeah that’s just the piece, ayy
i can’t f-ck no hoes, that b-tch contagious like a sneeze, ayy
blow pounds on the gas and outta sp-ce, you know my st–z, ayy
blow pounds on the- mm, yeah