Abrasive

[Chorus]
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, it's still fuck that nigga
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, it's still fuck that nigga

[Verse]
He mad as a bitch, he might as well cross dress
'Cause when it come to his dead homie, I must confess
I don't give a fuck, nor a care in the world
All that fuck shit he did, you can say he had it earned
He belong in a urn, all his ashes one place
Then I would take that vase and I smash it on stage
I don't fuck with that boy, never have, never will
And I think it's mad funny that what killed him was a pill
Shoutout the nigga who put Fentanyl in that bitch
'Causе now I got one less opp on the planеt
I hope you get away with it and everything you do
'Cause you know the feds be tracing like some ghouls

[Chorus]
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, man, it's still fuck that nigga
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, man, it's still fuck that nigga
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, man, it's still fuck that nigga
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, man, it's still fuck that nigga

[Verse]
He mad as a bitch, he might as well cross dress
'Cause when it come to his dead homie, I must confess
I don't give a fuck, nor a care in the world
All that fuck shit he did, you can say he had it earned
He belong in a urn, all his ashes one place
Then I would take that vase and I smash it on stage
I don't fuck with that boy, never have, never will
And I think it's mad funny that what killed him was a pill
Shoutout the nigga who put Fentanyl in that bitch
'Cause now I got one less opp living on this planet
I hope you get away with it and everything
I hope you get away with it and everything
'Cause you know the feds always be hating

[Chorus]
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, it's still fuck that nigga
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, it's still fuck that nigga
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, it's still fuck that dude
He's mad I dissed his dead homie, what you going to do?
He's mad I dissed his dead homie
That bitch is dead, he ain't coming back from the grave, so just let him rest