Funeral Gang lyrics

[Intro]
Rok on the track, yeah
YoungBoyBrown, on my kid

[Verse]
I kick that ho right out of the Bent'
Quit selling crack, he sell the fish
I don't need a gun, I shoot with a fist
I drop the check, they tear through your flesh
I put ice age all on my wrist
Bad lil' b*tch, rose gold her tits
I f*ck her mouth, don't give her no kiss
I get to that money, I don't skip a day
My ho came from Instagram, I made her bae
I'm in a Lambo' truck, f*ck a Wraith
These n*gga hating on your boy, they throwing shade (What else?)
Nah, we swinging the sticks, no Tarzan
I'm balling out like Randolf
I drive the Benz' with my hands off
Nah, I'll never surrender, even though my last name Render
Makin' it snow, real chinchilla
I want the smoke, real tension
You made the news, check the channel
I went and bought and F&N, yeah
My young n*ggas shoot at your [?]
I'm a freshman, came in last year
Superstar status, these hoes linin' up
I told Stickbaby, "Shoot up the club"
And I was in it, I don't give a f*ck
Playin' it right off, I didn't know who it was
I came with [?]
Want less than two-fifty, we taking your guns
Funeral gang sh*t, funeral gang sh*t
I put chains on my neck, wrist
A di*k on her mouth, give it kisses
Put my baby mama on, yeah, she came up off my riches
Good for life, she know it ain't sh*t
Free Big Dre out the slammer (Yeah)
Throw my set up like a banner (Yeah)
I do my dirt with my town (Yeah)
Your mama, she light up the candles (Yeah)
More than a deuce in the Fanta (Yeah)
Freak ho, she Hannah Montana (Yeah)
Gucci socks with Gucci sandals (Yeah)
Her ass is fat like a [?] (Yeah)