Till The Death/ Goin Up

High speed
No crashing
Ain't nothing better than
Cruising round
Toward a dead end
With your best friend
Watch them swerving
Make them nervous
Make them nervous
Act like it's all on purpose
Fat lady sing
Close curtain
Fuck that gig
I ain't working
Call in for me
I'm certain
Dat Lil freak
Ain't no virgin
My version
Turn up on ten
Tweak twerk on a Benz
Freak freak for the mans
One life one life
So fuck it
Red light red light
I'm running
Shots fired ain't
I ain't duckin
Roof on fire
It's sunken
Bad lil buddy
She suckin
Where we headin
I'm shruggin
You yo girl and yo cousin
Messy makeup
I'm smudgin
Womb to the tomb
It's nothin
Shit we all gone die
Betta get it right now
Tell the preacher what I said
Bet a nigga flip out

Turn it up
Till death of me
Turn it up till
The death of me
New breed in here
Check the pedigree
Turn it up
Till the death of me
High as it can be
Till the death of me

High time
Nigga teed off a medicine
Turnin up on a million
Sight on vermillion
With my friends and them
Suckin on cinnamon
High life
Nothing better to do
One time
Ain't got nothing to prove
One time nigga
Ain't no reuse
Wall flower
Comin off a recluse
Sip sippin on
Grape juice
Big drip off a grey goose
All the bad hoes
Get loose
Time tick down
But we up now
Need no sleep
Let em pass out
Take hand outs
At the dive
Thankin God I'm alive
All waiting for the axe
So take the wheel
Cause I can't drive
I'm too lit
I'm too hype
Livin to die
Don't wanna survive
Past 305
I just wanna skate by
Hung over
Wit a 4 piece
And a moon pie

Turn it up
To death of me
Turn it up till
The death of me
New breed in here
Check the pedigree
Turn it up
To the death of me
High as it can be
Till the death of me

We goin up
We goin up
We all goin up
We all goin up
We all goin up



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Brooks-thompson
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