Die Sometime

I Can tell you one thing I don't care bout your dad
I dont care bout women wish I didn't text em back
But the way you looking in them shorts call you snack
Then you post on ig and I fall for your trap

Runnin thru yo mind
Hunnins on the line
I dont got no bitches
I dont got the time
I dont got hoes
I dont drink the wine
But I get the bread
And my chicks divine
I got 49
If I have a problem bitch
I just reach for my nine
Baby I don't wanna lie
They gon go to church
Less they reach for the sky
Their family gon hurt
Their momma gon cry
I got
One in my boot
Notha in my ride
Strapped to the ceiling
We ain't getting high
Paranoid feelings
I don't wanna die



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Writer(s): Creede Wylie
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