"Hearse" lyrics
If that nigga not talking 'bout green then he's excused
Break that lil' ho back and break her heart, she said, "I miss you"
Hurry up, I'm there, and I know just how you feel
That money my love affair, pussy ass lil' ho, farewell
We missed you, Faygo
Sippin' on this Wock', better tell my mama I'm sorry
Glocky on my hip, that pussy nigga better worry
Fuck up the lot, I'm swerving, Glock put a nigga in the hearse
Leave a lil' nigga in the dirt, Air Force 1s, stomp a nigga on the curb
Fuck that, I'ma knock his head off first (Grrah), with my Nina
Taking these drugs, I feel lost, I'm out my mind, yeah
Lost in my mind, I swear we lost some good times, yeah
Left that nigga behind and now they, they screaming "Why?" Because I don't (Yeah, yeah), yeah, don't give a fuck, nigga
You ain't 'bout your bucks, I'm tryna get my funds up, nigga
Mama, don't you worry, I got it tucked for these lil' fuck niggas
And not on God, no, I cannot trust these niggas, I got trust issues (Yeah)
Yeah, I got trust issues (Blatt)
When Lil Faygo pull up to the scene, it's an issue (Brrt)
If that nigga not talking 'bout green then he's excused (Yeah)
Break that lil' ho back and break her heart, she said, "I miss you"
Hurry up, I'm there, and I know just how you feel
That money my love affair, pussy ass lil' ho, farewell
I cannot just stand there (Brrah), and get no money (Yeah)
These niggas be gay, these niggas be lame
These niggas be so damn bummy
We not running no trains, I promise I put the dick up in her tummy
On paper, that's just like a mummy
These niggas mad they ain't on nothin'
Grabbing that chopper, nah-ah (Beep, yeah)
(Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo)
Hurry up, I'm there (Brrt, beep)
(Doo-doo-doo)
Sippin' on this Wock', better tell my mama I'm sorry
Glocky on my hip, that pussy nigga better worry
Fuck up the lot, I'm swerving, Glock put a nigga in the hearse
Leave a lil' nigga in the dirt, Air Force 1s, stomp a nigga on the curb
Fuck that, I'ma knock his head off first (Grrah), with my Nina
Taking these drugs, I feel lost, I'm out my mind, yeah
Lost in my mind, I swear we lost some good times, yeah
Left that nigga behind and now they, they screaming "Why?" Because I don't (Yeah, yeah), yeah, don't give a fuck, nigga
You ain't 'bout your bucks, I'm tryna get my funds up, nigga
Mama, don't you worry, I got it tucked for these lil' fuck niggas
And not on God, no, I cannot trust these niggas, I got trust issues (Yeah)
Break that lil' ho back and break her heart, she said, "I miss you"
Hurry up, I'm there, and I know just how you feel
That money my love affair, pussy ass lil' ho, farewell
We missed you, Faygo
Sippin' on this Wock', better tell my mama I'm sorry
Glocky on my hip, that pussy nigga better worry
Fuck up the lot, I'm swerving, Glock put a nigga in the hearse
Leave a lil' nigga in the dirt, Air Force 1s, stomp a nigga on the curb
Fuck that, I'ma knock his head off first (Grrah), with my Nina
Taking these drugs, I feel lost, I'm out my mind, yeah
Lost in my mind, I swear we lost some good times, yeah
Left that nigga behind and now they, they screaming "Why?" Because I don't (Yeah, yeah), yeah, don't give a fuck, nigga
You ain't 'bout your bucks, I'm tryna get my funds up, nigga
Mama, don't you worry, I got it tucked for these lil' fuck niggas
And not on God, no, I cannot trust these niggas, I got trust issues (Yeah)
Yeah, I got trust issues (Blatt)
When Lil Faygo pull up to the scene, it's an issue (Brrt)
If that nigga not talking 'bout green then he's excused (Yeah)
Break that lil' ho back and break her heart, she said, "I miss you"
Hurry up, I'm there, and I know just how you feel
That money my love affair, pussy ass lil' ho, farewell
I cannot just stand there (Brrah), and get no money (Yeah)
These niggas be gay, these niggas be lame
These niggas be so damn bummy
We not running no trains, I promise I put the dick up in her tummy
On paper, that's just like a mummy
These niggas mad they ain't on nothin'
Grabbing that chopper, nah-ah (Beep, yeah)
(Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo)
Hurry up, I'm there (Brrt, beep)
(Doo-doo-doo)
Sippin' on this Wock', better tell my mama I'm sorry
Glocky on my hip, that pussy nigga better worry
Fuck up the lot, I'm swerving, Glock put a nigga in the hearse
Leave a lil' nigga in the dirt, Air Force 1s, stomp a nigga on the curb
Fuck that, I'ma knock his head off first (Grrah), with my Nina
Taking these drugs, I feel lost, I'm out my mind, yeah
Lost in my mind, I swear we lost some good times, yeah
Left that nigga behind and now they, they screaming "Why?" Because I don't (Yeah, yeah), yeah, don't give a fuck, nigga
You ain't 'bout your bucks, I'm tryna get my funds up, nigga
Mama, don't you worry, I got it tucked for these lil' fuck niggas
And not on God, no, I cannot trust these niggas, I got trust issues (Yeah)
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Andre Dontrel Burt
