Twisted Fate
I'm cashin' in my chips
I'm cashin' in my chips
I gamble on my life, I'm cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I gamble on my life, Im cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
Yeah, I'm getting all the bands up now
What you finna do when I fuck your bitch now
I'm a loose screw, but I ain't never playing foul
Choppa with the pack a punch, shoot you down in the town
R-19 make a bitch scream out loud
Airstrike in the clouds, shoot you down with 50 rounds
Scatter around cause all the enemies in town
Everybody dead, ain't nobody getting saved now
I'm gambling everything, my life is like a game
Everyday feels the same, aint no way im gonna fucking change
Hiding in all the pain, waiting for the next chapter page
When that bitch hear my name
My mind's full, yeah, its filled with rage
I gamble on my life, I'm cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I gamble on my life, Im cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
Choppa with a machine gun, rap heavy metal
I be on my grind, pushing down straight to the pedals
Runnin' up the checks, tryna get me a gold medal
And that shits, just for fun
Shooting up the casino
I be getting cash, flexing on these hoes
Contemplating, where I should be hoe
'Cause I don't, know, where to go
And I hope, she don't go
She, don't, go
I can't let her go, I can't let her, go, woah
I gamble on my life, I'm cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I gamble on my life, Im cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I'm cashin' in my chips
I gamble on my life, I'm cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I gamble on my life, Im cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
Yeah, I'm getting all the bands up now
What you finna do when I fuck your bitch now
I'm a loose screw, but I ain't never playing foul
Choppa with the pack a punch, shoot you down in the town
R-19 make a bitch scream out loud
Airstrike in the clouds, shoot you down with 50 rounds
Scatter around cause all the enemies in town
Everybody dead, ain't nobody getting saved now
I'm gambling everything, my life is like a game
Everyday feels the same, aint no way im gonna fucking change
Hiding in all the pain, waiting for the next chapter page
When that bitch hear my name
My mind's full, yeah, its filled with rage
I gamble on my life, I'm cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I gamble on my life, Im cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
Choppa with a machine gun, rap heavy metal
I be on my grind, pushing down straight to the pedals
Runnin' up the checks, tryna get me a gold medal
And that shits, just for fun
Shooting up the casino
I be getting cash, flexing on these hoes
Contemplating, where I should be hoe
'Cause I don't, know, where to go
And I hope, she don't go
She, don't, go
I can't let her go, I can't let her, go, woah
I gamble on my life, I'm cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
I gamble on my life, Im cashin' in my chips
Got a 30 or a 40 in that fucking clip
Pack a punch, on the choppa
We ain't gon' throwing fists
I don't pick out cards, yellow, red, blue, diamonds on the way, twisted fate
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Writer(s): Joshua Walters
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