Strap on the side, i’ll never die
These guns gon’ shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride (kersa)
Hop on the stick, i break her spine
Strap on the side, i’ll never die
These guns gon’ shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, i break her spine
B~tch, i’m so faded, i’m faded now, yeah, yeah
Look at my bank account, bank account, yeah, yeah
Just bought a new wraith just so i can drag race
N~ggas was talkin’ down on me back then, now n~gga what that cash say?
Karma’s a b~tch, this is what you get
For not givin’ me a chance
Look my diamonds dancin’, chris brown solo
You can look, b~tch, but don’t touch
.40 hit you from the neck up
Keep a .40 on me, no question
R.i.p. juice, r.i.p. x, r.i.p. peep
Gotta look both ways before i cross the street
Feel like everybody get [?] after me, yeah
R.i.p. to all our fallen legends
Don’t wanna die, so i keep a smith & wesson
Pull up, on god, i might teach him a lesson
Apply the pressure
Oh my god, my b~tch so fun, she a dime
If a n~gga try, you get swatted like a fly
Or you’ll get swatted like a twitch streamer
My b~tches is with [?], yeah, eat it
I feel like michael jackson, uh, beat it
Head game on medusa, it turn me to stone
All these hoes tryna f~ck me, get the f~ck out my phone
These hoes be sayin’ that they love me, but they f~cked my bro
She tried to force me like [?], but i am not the one
Strap on the side, i’ll never die
These guns gon’ shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, i break her spine
Strap on the side, i’ll never die
These guns gon’ shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, i break her spine
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