They tryna take me for the ride You in this game, it's do or die Been havin' dreams 'bout suicide Can't spread my wings, won't let me fly And I done seen my mama cry Ayy, too many times I was young, I was blind Couldn't read between the lines Now a nigga worldwide And I know my fans gon' die They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me (Yeah), they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
Act paranoid, clutchin', reachin' for that blick blick Shawty when you suck this dick, I don't want no lip, ho, you see this drip Blue hundreds on me, bitch, and no, I don't Crip Pop me a Perc' and I'm takin a lift I jump in that pussy it's just like a rift Soar in the sky, glide (Let's go) Yeah, yeah Smoke a nigga like a cig', yeah, yeah Skinny nigga, but I'm big, yeah, yeah Hit the block, get it in, yeah, yeah Fuck a hater, get revenge, yeah, yeah Hit his ho, pull her wig, yeah, yeah Ayy, I feel like Grim Reaper, grave dig, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, foreign solid niggas, no, my niggas never tell Free Trap Trill, they done gave my brother hell
You in this game, it's do or die Been havin' dreams 'bout suicide Can't spread my wings, won't let me fly And I done seen my mama cry Ayy, too many times I was young, I was blind Couldn't read between the lines Now a nigga worldwide And I know my fans gon' die They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me (Yeah) They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
[Part II]
Bugz on the beat
I hope these habits don't turn to suicide Heart full of pain, I gotta utilize You with the gang, it ain't no switchin' sides, yeah 'Cause I done seen this shit too many times, too many times, too many times
Ayy, gang talk, this that gang talk Pop these pills, they real prescription, just to take the pain off 7-point-62's hit like missiles, it'll blow your brain out Put that lil' boy in the blender, wipe a nigga stain off I'll die for all my niggas, I could never change up Kill a killer, ride with pistols, that's just how we came up Elliot diamonds look like Skittles, I just got my chain bust Screamin' fuck all y'all niggas, y'all ain't show no love to us Ridin' with that Glock box, aimin' for his tip-top Fuckin' on his lil' thot, she gon' make that pussy pop Speed it up then make it stop, bust a nut all on her crotch Left him lookin' like some Crocs, murked him and they took his watch Sippin' on some dirty Wock', I just popped a 30 rock They know I don't Milly Rock, young nigga just gon' get the guap You say you gettin' money, but who is you kiddin'? Huh, wake up, my palms, they itchin' She want Chanel, I'm going to get it, huh Fuck all these hoes and I live it
I hope these habits don't turn to suicide Heart full of pain, I gotta utilize You with the gang, it ain't no switchin' sides, yeah 'Cause I done seen this shit too many times, too many times, too many timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
