Ima Keep Sinning

Til I get a million dollars lord ima keep sinning
Ima keep sinning ima keep sinning
Til I get a million dollars lord ima keep sinning
Ima keep sinning ima keep sinning yeah

Sold my soul to the trap bitch I'm trying get this bread
Put that pistol on my nose and I wasn't even scared
Before I come off anything tell my mama that I'm dead
Locked myself inside the trap I'm a zombie on these meds
I got pills I got white I got bows I got drank
I was twenty two years old whipping Porsches to the bank
I'm on I forty five with them bags switching lanes
Ima change my outfit if I see a little stain

You can't look me in my eyes seven hundred dollar frames
Drugs blocking all the pain bitch I'm sipping yellow rain
This Marcelo Burlon bitch these ain't no Balmains
Had a show in North Dallas glock forty on the stage
Got the chopper in this motherfucking concert
Walking through the mall got the stick in my bitch purse

Had to air a nigga out nah it was self defense sir
She a demon sucking dick ima go ahead and kiss her
This bitch getting on my nerves she keep asking do I miss her
Damn I'm feeling something warm I think I just made this bitch squirt
I'm a janky ass nigga but I'm cool and I'm down to Earth
Nigga think it's over in a couple years he getting murked

Til I get a million dollars lord ima keep sinning
Ima keep sinning ima keep sinning
Til I get a million dollars lord ima keep sinning
Ima keep sinning ima keep sinning yeah
Til I get a million dollars lord ima keep sinning
Ima keep sinning ima keep sinning
Til I get a million dollars lord ima keep sinning
Ima keep sinning ima keep sinning yeah