Last Days

Pesos
They come at my say so
My niggas might kill folks
Mistakes though
Just please don't go where niggas don't say you can go,
Cus that's your fault
And please don't spend this money on henny and coke
Cus i can't watch
Cus these hoes many
They wanting a million clothes
I can't afford
Rock Tom Ford
Yuh
Driving this whip like Forza
Yuh
Splash in bars
Yuh
Tired of tasting my tongue
Yuh yuh
This my curse
Live by the cock
Die by the puss
Ooh shit
We on our Michael Moon shit
All of my dudes do shit
Make moves
You do nish
Bitch
Get your money up
Yeah i've seen the sunniest
Yeah I need a VVS
Yeah I feel the loneliest
When i'm lying on your breast
Can you guess
When i'm best
When i'm changing my address
When there's money in my chest
When there's chains on my neck
When there's honies on my deck
I don't need no disrespect
When our backs to the wall
Then we all cannibals
See the cats on the road
With a cap for the coke
See the cap in your soul
When you rap with the bros
If you bad to the bone
Take a bat to the dome
Take a bat to 'im dome
Put it back in your home
And you live on your own
Till the jab's in your arm
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
Till the jab's in your arm
Till the jab's in your arm
Yeah
Till the jab's in your arm
Yeah yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): John Ajayi
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