Funeral

[Intro]
Damon

[Chorus: Surf]
I was down bad couldn’t give me shit
Now I got a bust down on my wrist
Now my outfit cost your rent
Now I only talk big shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put good shit on my bitch
I can afford anything I want
I’m way rich than I was back then (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the key like a piano
They only love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don’t wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Surf]
Everyday I’m getting the cheddar
I went from Levi to Maison Margiela
I can tell these niggas genuine jealous
Tell me who really doing it better
These niggas soft like genuine feathers
I get a bag we eating my breakfast
They tried to kill me a while ago
I’m breaking her box like Mario
Run to the bank like cardio
I wanna go where the party go
I will not fuck with no thotty hoe
She won’t give out her number but she giving out her body tho
I don’t understand that shit
I’m smoking on some canabis
My girl got that heaven sent
That send you up to heaven shit
Flexing for the hell of it
Cause niggas ain’t gon tell me shit
I’m waiting till my cheque come in like I just had a settlement
I don’t wanna have no kids
I be watching cnn
My president being a bitch and I don’t wanna see that shit
Pocket watching making estimates
Bitch go and mind yo biz
They be all up on my jock
Like I just had an extra dick

[Chorus: Surf]
I was down bad couldn’t give me shit
Now I got a bust down on my wrist (My wrist)
Now my outfit cost your rent
Now I only talk big shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put good shit on my bitch
I can afford anything I want
I’m way rich than I was back then (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the key like a piano
They only love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don’t wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: V2]
Yeah yeah yeah
I went from denim to dolce gabbana
17 I can still fuck yo mamma
Money long got a whole lotta commas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a stick if you really want drama
Everything I do I do it for mamma (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They tried to kill me a while ago
Just shut up and show me your body hoe
Ain’t a baker I still got a lot of dough
Still grinding hard for that mazi tho
Like a strip club we gotta lot of poles
Bitch I never been afraid to blow
Run em down and we let it go
Run em down and we let it blow
I been taking bitches since I was 7
2 best friends smith and Wesson
Hot pocket it gon send you to heaven
Hot topic yeah I hang with the demons
Hellcat and the tires be screeching
Big bands yeah I’m shopping at Neimans
Thick hoe she gon swallow the semen
As a kid this is all I was dreaming
I can never have no kids
Don’t want them to live like this
Bitches steady pocket watching tryna give an estimate
Bitch go worry bout your bands
It’s time to hop right off my dick
I wish you the best of luck
But you can’t ever tell me shit

[Chorus: Surf]
I was down bad couldn’t give me shit
Now I got a bust down on my wrist (My wrist)
Now my outfit cost your rent
Now I only talk big shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put good shit on my bitch
I can afford anything I want
I’m way rich than I was back then (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the key like a piano
They only love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don’t wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)