Songtext Trap party (funeral) Dame D.O.L.L.A

Trap party (funeral)

I turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
Turn your funeral into a trap party
These Margielas
Turn your funeral into a trap party
The hella chedda
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I know you mad, I get that bag
Spend it all on a bag, I need that bag
I know you mad, I get that bag
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
[?], I need that bad
Spent it all on a bag, spent it all on a bag

I sure hope they see that my suit wet and my whip clean
Caught my boy home early, he had big dreams
That spray paint on my button down like I'm 15
They see some of my podnas
We ain't turned up since the big screen
Spotted a few of my oldies, find me a seat with my homies
Notice the people that's hating, they probably just mad that I'm closer to Kobe
I give em a night off the strip
Thinking bout hitting [?]
Watching his daughter, she breaking my heart
Man I gotta look out for his trophy
We turning up after the service
Family been acting a bit nervous
Buying the bar, that's a purchase
Let it turn into a circus
We sending 'em home with a purpose
Going all night, that's for certain
I'm there when they closing the curtain
His momma blow kisses to hearses
And we gon'

I turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
Turn your funeral into a trap party
These Margielas
Turn your funeral into a trap party
The hella chedda
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I know you mad, I get that bag
Spend it all on a bag, I need that bag
I know you mad, I get that bag
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
[?], I need that bad
Spent it all on a bag, spent it all on a bag

I stopped by the crib, condolences and my feelings hurt
My podna really ain't coming back
I just buried him in six feet of dirt
And ready to deal with that pain though
Sweating all over my chain
We taking shots for that angel lord
Chalk it up to the game
We smiling now cause we hurt but it's a reunion
Sipping, we taking communion
Now you get some influence
Fixing whatever we ruin
Loud talking bout the past
Every story get gassed
Old chicks we smashed
Make this their last

I turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
Turn your funeral into a trap party
These Margielas
Turn your funeral into a trap party
[?] hella chedda
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I know you mad, I get that bag
Spend it all on a bag, I need that bag
I know you mad, I get that bag
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
Turn your funeral into a trap party
I don't know no better
[?], I need that bad
Spent it all on a bag, spent it all on a bag