Paroles de la chanson Funeral Flow par Baby Flaco

Gang (Hold on)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
(Snoot, you went crazy on that, boy)
Gang

I don't drink no lean, but I might roll me up some weed (Hold on)
Wake up, grab my Glock before I even brush my teeth (Baow, baow, baow)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no bitches, but I got me a new piece (Gang, gang)
I treat a bitch like tennis shoes, I throw her away when she get creased (Hold on)

They like, "Flaco, you be stayin' hard, but they ain't hear you" (On my mama, bro)

I survived the trenches, backdoored bitches, it's a miracle (On my mama)
You like spoiled milk, then you gon' fuck up the whole cereal
I'm gon' walk you down, but I'll be cryin' at your burial (On hood)
He don't want no smoke, fuck up his throat, he need some Theraflu (On gang)
I listened to your album, man, that shit was fuckin' terrible (Horrible)
Probably can't even listen to your voice, that shit unbearable (Trash)
Bitch, you let me pay for your twat, so I can't marry you (Hold on)
I know that I'm pretty, but don't treat me like no game (Game, game)
Halloween season, slidin' foreigns in the rain (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)

Kill a snake, pop a nigga just because he showed his fangs (Let's go)
I be in my lane, so please don't ask me if I bang (On my bros)
I ain't have no golden spoon
So whatever I did, nigga, you could do it too (You could do it too)
Nigga, please don't come around me if you actin' miserable (On my mama, nigga)
'Cause you gon' fuck with me and fuck up my lil' vision too
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

I don't drink no lean, but I might roll me up some weed (Gang)
Wake up, grab my Glock before I even brush my teeth (Go, go, go)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no bitches, but I got me a new piece (Hold, hold on, hold on)

I treat a bitch like tennis shoes, I throw her away when she get creased

I'm gon' wear her one time and I'm gon' wear her out (On my mama)
I gotta feed my fuckin' fam, I don't care 'bout no clout (Gang, gang)
Bitch, we slidin' foreign cars, bitch, I slide with foreign stars (On my mama)
Need to save a couple mil', I need to buy that Audemars (Gang)
It's a war inside my head
I need to take control before I end up fuckin' dead (Bitch, it's sad)
I been too damn high, I forgot what I said (Oh my God)
I wish I don't wake up when I lay inside my bed (My bed)

It's all good, though, it's all good
Ayy, and don't even worry 'bout me 'cause
Regardless, the, the, the music gon' come out (Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
So if I'm dead or alive, niggas, you gon' hear this shit (Brrah, brrt)
And if you, if you, hold on (Gang)
If you feel this shit inside your lungs, you might get some mon', hold on
If you feel this shit inside your lungs, you might get some mon', hold on (Blatt, blatt, blatt)