FUNERAL Lyrics – DC The Don
Oh, oh
Yeah
Swerve, swerve, swerve (Woah, woah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve
Woah-oah, yeah
Hold up, okay, let’s turn up for a second
Can you name another nigga doin’ the impossible, makin’ this shit look so easy?
I’m rockin’ Marni, Marni on the week, pop another sixty, now a nigga geeked
Now that she feelin’ hot as hell, I fell asleep with a demon, I got her on her knees, feenin’
Bitch, I’m up in Paris, first-class, shawty
Bitch, I’m in Milan but only for the weekend
Honolulu, Hawaii, sorry, I’m intrigued
I be sending subliminals, girl, I been off of my phone, I ain’t got no service for a reason
I’m off the grid, I’m tryna race a fast car, hit the pedal, when I jump the curb, I’m swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Yeah)
Swerving, swerving
Swerve, swerve, swerve (Yeah)
Swerving, swerving
Swerve, swerve, swerve (Yeah)
Swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving (Yeah)
I done came up the long way, they tryna end me
But I don’t give a fuck ’cause my mama can slide to my funeral inside a Bentley
They like, “Don’t interrupt”, but I’m wolfing so loud, if you really want me, come and get me
Feelin’ like I’m too up to look down at these niggas, I hope that we all run it up
That’s fasho, bitch, I been held this shit back
You know I been makin’ shit clap
You know I been spendin’ at least a five-fifty every week, then I make it back
‘Cause you know I been putting all these fuckin’ diamonds on my neck, they’re flooding all, for certain
If you dancing on me, gotta give out a flash warnin’, got your bitch feelin’ too nervous, nervous
All them niggas hatin’ from the bleachers ’cause my lifestyle too perfect, perfect
We in Vegas, bitch, we at the Little Caesar’s like Rihanna, got this bitch workin’, workin’
Upper echelon, I’m rocking Saint Laurent, and my cellphone keep chirpin’, chirpin’
They been feenin’ out for the Don, baby, and I’m servin’, servin’
I done came up the long way, they tryna end me
But I don’t give a fuck ’cause my mama can slide to my funeral inside a Bentley
They like, “Don’t interrupt”, but I’m wolfing so loud, if you really want me, come and get me
Feelin’ like I’m too up to look down at these niggas, I hope that we all run it up
Bitch, I’m up in Paris, first-class shawty
Bitch, I’m in Milan but only for the weekend
Honolulu, Hawaii, sorry, I’m intrigued
I be sending subliminals, girl, I been off of my phone, I ain’t got no service for a reason (Ayy)
I’m off the grid, I’m tryna race a fast car, hit the pedal, when I jump the curb, I’m swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Yeah)
Swerving, swerving
Swerve, swerve, swerve (Yeah)
Swerving, swerving
Swerve, swerve, swerve (Yeah)
Swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving (Yeah)