[Chorus] 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
[Verse] Bitch, 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 Niggas was talkin' down on me back then, now nigga what that cash say? Karma's a bitch, this is what you get For not givin' me a chance Look my diamonds dancin', Chris Brown solo You can look, bitch, 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 bitch so fun, she a dime If a nigga try, you get swatted like a fly Or you'll get swatted like a Twitch streamer My bitches 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 fuck me, get the fuck out my phone These hoes be sayin' that they love me, but they fucked my bro She tried to force me like [?], but I am not the one
[Chorus] 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 spineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
