By Myself
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
The day I die I'll be by myself
The day I look up there won't be no one else
So I'ma just pop my shit
I know my opp won't miss
Walk in that bitch with my Glock in this bitch
There's too many opps in this bitch
I walk out the house got a Glock on my hip
Know I gotta die by this shit
You reach for the chain, you takin' a chance
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Wherever you play, boy, you lay
I tell little boy he get shot in his face
These niggas, bitches in lane
You lower your shit, get the fuck off my page
She like, "For real, I don't care 'bout your lane"
I'm like, "Fillin' by your face"
I won't tell no lie lil' hoe
I promise it gon' be okay
Give me your faith
I'll lead the way
If you fuck up
I bring the game
Ain't tuckin' this shit I'ma just sling my chain
Nig' gon' die, speak on my name
I'on care who you is, I take your Shtain
I'on know that hoe, I know her brain
When everything' lit dawg
I want everythin' to change
The day I die I'll be by myself
The day I look up there won't be no one else
So I'ma just pop my shit
I know my opp won't miss
Walk in that bitch with my Glock in this bitch
There's too many opps in this bitch
I walk out the house got a Glock on my hip
Know I gotta die by this shit
You reach for the chain, you takin' a chance
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Oh, who caught down on my bitch
Cause you know my nine got a beam
And my opps know where I live
But they know I bang for real
And they know I'm bangin' still
Walk in the house with a bag in hand
The hoe wouldn't go so I banged the friend
If I like a hoe I'm make it rain
I'mma stood up and go all in
Perc, you trippin'
Don't care if you gang, for real
Then I'm gonna make still
Einstein, chain chill
Head's stone, pain real
Einstein, my mil
I sigh, gang grill
Hmm
The day I die I'll be by myself
The day I look up there won't be no one else
So I'ma just pop my shit
I know my opp won't miss
Walk in that bitch with my Glock in this bitch
There's too many opps in this bitch
I walk out the house got a Glock on my hip
Know I gotta die by this shit
You reach for the chain, you takin' a chance
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
The day I die I'll be by myself
The day I look up there won't be no one else
So I'ma just pop my shit
I know my opp won't miss
Walk in that bitch with my Glock in this bitch
There's too many opps in this bitch
I walk out the house got a Glock on my hip
Know I gotta die by this shit
You reach for the chain, you takin' a chance
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Wherever you play, boy, you lay
I tell little boy he get shot in his face
These niggas, bitches in lane
You lower your shit, get the fuck off my page
She like, "For real, I don't care 'bout your lane"
I'm like, "Fillin' by your face"
I won't tell no lie lil' hoe
I promise it gon' be okay
Give me your faith
I'll lead the way
If you fuck up
I bring the game
Ain't tuckin' this shit I'ma just sling my chain
Nig' gon' die, speak on my name
I'on care who you is, I take your Shtain
I'on know that hoe, I know her brain
When everything' lit dawg
I want everythin' to change
The day I die I'll be by myself
The day I look up there won't be no one else
So I'ma just pop my shit
I know my opp won't miss
Walk in that bitch with my Glock in this bitch
There's too many opps in this bitch
I walk out the house got a Glock on my hip
Know I gotta die by this shit
You reach for the chain, you takin' a chance
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Oh, who caught down on my bitch
Cause you know my nine got a beam
And my opps know where I live
But they know I bang for real
And they know I'm bangin' still
Walk in the house with a bag in hand
The hoe wouldn't go so I banged the friend
If I like a hoe I'm make it rain
I'mma stood up and go all in
Perc, you trippin'
Don't care if you gang, for real
Then I'm gonna make still
Einstein, chain chill
Head's stone, pain real
Einstein, my mil
I sigh, gang grill
Hmm
The day I die I'll be by myself
The day I look up there won't be no one else
So I'ma just pop my shit
I know my opp won't miss
Walk in that bitch with my Glock in this bitch
There's too many opps in this bitch
I walk out the house got a Glock on my hip
Know I gotta die by this shit
You reach for the chain, you takin' a chance
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Put that lil' boy up on the blam
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Dietz, Arthur Schwartz
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