Rylo Rodriguez - Pallbearers lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby] Al Geno, on the motherfu*kin' track [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] If you postin' on the internet, it can't be that real Walk with me, I'ma show you what these ni**as really is Just listen, same ni**a that got a body, but hold they head, they care (They care) When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin' tears (Sheddin' tears) Tuxedos, all slacks, them ni**as used to that (Used to that) Hearse, all black, them ni**as used to that (Used to that) They get off first, we send 'em back, and make your dawg carry They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers Pallbearers (They is), pallbearers (It's what they is) We gon' make them ni**as used to bein' pallbearers (Yeah) Pallbearers (Yeah), pallbearers (Yeah, yeah) Gon' drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you b*tches pallbearers [Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez] It's been eight months, momma still can't afford him a tombstone (Tombstone) I know steppers who'll come kill ya with no shoes on (No shoes on) I know young ni**as who pop Percs, then go and invade homes (Invade homes) He was tryna make it to his bed, but he got laid on (He got laid on) Micro-Draco sprayin' (Yeah), at night, watchin', blazin' (Yeah, yeah) All the opps like hotels (Yeah, yeah), them pussy ni**as Days Inn (Yeah, yeah) fu*ked the ho in the DM, tryna meet by PM Hunnid cars in line, it's gettin' normal to them (This sh*t's normal) Put three on both sides, it's gettin' normal to them Black suits and ties, it's gettin' normal Heard a ni**a gettin' tired of cryin', it's gettin' normal (Talkin' to the preacher, ni**a) These ni**as keep dyin', but sh*t is normal (sh*t normal) They shot him so many times, he got normal [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] If you postin' on the internet, it can't be that real (Can't be that real) Walk with me, I'ma show you what these ni**as really is (What they really is) Just listen, same ni**a that got a body, but hold they head, they care When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin' tears (Momma cryin') Tuxedos, all slacks, them ni**as used to that (They used to that) Hearse, all black, them ni**as used to that (Used to that, yeah) They get off first, we send 'em back, and make your dawg carry (Make your dawg carry) They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers (Pallbearers) Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers) We gon' make them ni**as used to bein' pallbearers (Pallbearers) Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers) Gon' drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you b*tches pallbearers [Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez] What it was this time, ni**a? Was it closed casket with him? Set he from was full of hoes, boy knew some bad b*tches Set he from was full of hoes, got them ni**as mad b*tches (Them ni**as mad) If the vehicle full of hoes, green light 'em in traffic They in church on Saturdays, shot the boy like heroin Shot that ni**a like Marion (Shawn Marion), he was shootin' like cameraman (Like cameraman) Every picture that he took, he had his automatic (Had his automatic) But soon as they caught him slippin', hit him with that ratchet (7.62s) Hit him with Draco, we know (Heaven, won't get you) (Post him on Facebook, you won't make a status no more) [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] If you postin' on the internet, it can't be that real (Can't be that real) Walk with me, I'ma show you what these ni**as really is (What they really is) Just listen, same ni**a that got a body, but hold they head, they care When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin' tears (Momma cryin') Tuxedos, all slacks, them ni**as used to that (They used to that) Hearse, all black, them ni**as used to that (Used to that, yeah) They get off first, we send 'em back, and make your dawg carry (Make your dawg carry) They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers (Pallbearers) Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers) We gon' make them ni**as used to bein' pallbearers (Pallbearers) Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers) Gon' drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you b*tches pallbearers