[Verse 1]
I can't let police through my door
I just need a minute, take that body off the floor
This shit get so hectic, I can't do this anymore
Body, weapon, weapon, body, weapon my décor
Don't get this shit twisted I'm still cleaner than before
[Chorus]
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
[Verse 2]
I know some white boys that got ties wit' the police
I can drop like 12 bodies, act like they don't know me
But I don't talk to the police, fuck that, they whole team
I'ma keep my mouth shut for some boy in blue try to hoe me
I know that he talk he is not me
I'ma fuck around, and just pull up wit' that Tommy
I need like three white bitches on me, them hoes so naughty
I can't trust no hoe, wit my life, she ain't got me, got me
[Chorus]
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
[Verse 3]
Big boss, top floor
Fuck up, you get shot hoe
Bitch, I been had that rocket on me like I'm Rondo
Number Nine, that boy follow trends until his numbers die
I might pull up in his fucking crib, like bitch who wanna die
don’t look in the garden was written by funeral.
don’t look in the garden was produced by funeral.
funeral released don’t look in the garden on Wed Oct 12 2022.