Obituaries lyrics
by Scorey
[Intro]
(Yeezo, shut up!)
(Oh, HicksMade this sh*t!)
Uh-uh, uh
Ayy
[Chorus]
Gang face like obituaries, I remember them times I'd break down at the cemetery
We was screaming out, "Free Lil' Terry", he got caught for some sh*t that went down the preliminary
When I die momma don't be scared for me, just make sure that my n*ggas carry me
Dripped in Gucci and Louis, burry me, I just wish that the streets ain't marry me
I be missing my main mans, feel depression I get in that mode and I shake cans
Let it spray like a paint can, .40 sound like a beat, when it flock he gon' break dance
He was ducking his grave man, on the book he was dissing and sh*t, he a brave man
He was ducking his grave man, on the book he was dissing and sh*t, he a brave man
[Verse]
.30 clip gon' bust lil' n*gga, I would knock him on butt, make a f*ck n*gga dance to the beat
'Member long nights me and AT ridin' in the hills like two or three cans in the sea
R.I.P Gunz, Lil Gistay, Ray, Lil Zach, I done lost a couple friends to the streets
Glock .23 on my waist, looking for that get back, he would never see the end to the peace
I go in when its beef, ain't tryna be a friend, what you mean? I'ma put the F.N. to his tee
Up in N.Y., like the jets I be gripping on that TEC when I'm running through the field wit' my cleats
Gang shells on the set, it ain't too many of us left in this sh*t, it'd seem like my friends been deceased
I'm just hoping' that my friend's at peace, let's race to the end, we gon' blow a couple bands when we meet
[Chorus]
Gang face like obituaries, I remember them times I'd break down at the cemetery
We was screaming out, "Free Lil' Terry", he got caught for some sh*t that went down the preliminary
When I die momma don't be scared for me, just make sure that my n*ggas carry me
Drippin' Gucci and Louis, burry me, I just wish that the streets ain't marry me
I be missing my main mans, feel depression I get in that mode and I shake cans
Let it spray like a paint can, .40 sound like a beat, when it flock he gon' break dance
He was ducking his grave man, on the book he was dissing and sh*t, he a brave man
He was ducking his grave man, on the book he was dissing and sh*t, he a brave man