Dame D.O.L.L.A. - TRAP PARTY (FUNERAL) lyrics

[Hook] I turn your funeral into a trap party I don’t know no better Turn your funeral into a trap party These [?] 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 [Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] 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 bu*ton 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 [?] 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 [?] 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’ [Hook: Danny from Sobrante] I turn your funeral into a trap party I don’t know no better Turn your funeral into a trap party These [?] 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 [Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] 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 Talk it up to the [?] 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 ga**ed Old chicks we smashed Make this their last [Hook] I turn your funeral into a trap party I don’t know no better Turn your funeral into a trap party These [?] 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