Last Chance
Yo yo yo yo
My man Whitty
Get up, wake up
It's time for the bag
I want some more
She shaking that ass
Roll up a blunt
She suck while I drag
Wax on and off
The pen to the pad
Ain't shit funny when I bust my gat
Ain't shit funny motherfucker don't laugh
Wrist on ten, bust down on the pack
Make a bitch flip, turn tricks on the avenue
Y'all ain't tryna get a motherfucker started
Barretta leave holes where the heart is
You wet up
Now your momma sayin' sorry
Come outside
They won't even find your body
Last chance for one last dance
With a fat gram and a few Xans
Cause a masked man
Got your address
And a ratchet
With your motherfucking name on it
I'm a sing on it
When I'm at your funeral
When the reaper come up on you
And collect the numerals
Turn your ass into dust
No, it ain't unusual
In it's own damn way
I think death is beautiful
Thinkin' you can run
Must be delusional
Thinkin' you can hide
You a fuckin' foolish dude
With the whole squad
And they fuckin' Looney Tunes
All these guns sound like a fuckin' musical
Ay man pull up on that motherfucker right there
I think I know that motherfucker
Is that him
Yeah that's him
That's the motherfucker we been lookin' for
Come on
Wait a minute
I got to get my clip ready
It's on now
We gone end your life
It's on now
Pull up on your wife
Go ahead fuckboy
Go and roll them dice
You best just know, you playin' with your life
It's on now
We gone end your life
It's on now
Pull up on your wife
Go ahead fuckboy
Go and roll them dice
You best just know, you playin' with your life
It's the most sadistic, ritualistic
Killer to get up on the mic
And spit shit
My bitch like her wrist slit
It's capitalistic
My intent, you can sit and spin
On this dick
Lace up my black docs
I'm a stomp on a cop
Y'all fuckers don't want this smoke
I'm the real fuckin' opps
Yeah it's Opera
Classic, laid back like a mobster
Matte black pack
Where I lay my chopper
AK-47 like a child adopted
Shut your fuckin' mouth
Before I leave your kids foster
Never killed a man but it's always an option
Shooter payment plans got the nicest coffins
Posted in a van with a vial of soft shit
Green got me slow but the vibe is still lit
Trip a little bit through the bedroom doorway
Both fucked up so we skip the foreplay
My man Whitty
Get up, wake up
It's time for the bag
I want some more
She shaking that ass
Roll up a blunt
She suck while I drag
Wax on and off
The pen to the pad
Ain't shit funny when I bust my gat
Ain't shit funny motherfucker don't laugh
Wrist on ten, bust down on the pack
Make a bitch flip, turn tricks on the avenue
Y'all ain't tryna get a motherfucker started
Barretta leave holes where the heart is
You wet up
Now your momma sayin' sorry
Come outside
They won't even find your body
Last chance for one last dance
With a fat gram and a few Xans
Cause a masked man
Got your address
And a ratchet
With your motherfucking name on it
I'm a sing on it
When I'm at your funeral
When the reaper come up on you
And collect the numerals
Turn your ass into dust
No, it ain't unusual
In it's own damn way
I think death is beautiful
Thinkin' you can run
Must be delusional
Thinkin' you can hide
You a fuckin' foolish dude
With the whole squad
And they fuckin' Looney Tunes
All these guns sound like a fuckin' musical
Ay man pull up on that motherfucker right there
I think I know that motherfucker
Is that him
Yeah that's him
That's the motherfucker we been lookin' for
Come on
Wait a minute
I got to get my clip ready
It's on now
We gone end your life
It's on now
Pull up on your wife
Go ahead fuckboy
Go and roll them dice
You best just know, you playin' with your life
It's on now
We gone end your life
It's on now
Pull up on your wife
Go ahead fuckboy
Go and roll them dice
You best just know, you playin' with your life
It's the most sadistic, ritualistic
Killer to get up on the mic
And spit shit
My bitch like her wrist slit
It's capitalistic
My intent, you can sit and spin
On this dick
Lace up my black docs
I'm a stomp on a cop
Y'all fuckers don't want this smoke
I'm the real fuckin' opps
Yeah it's Opera
Classic, laid back like a mobster
Matte black pack
Where I lay my chopper
AK-47 like a child adopted
Shut your fuckin' mouth
Before I leave your kids foster
Never killed a man but it's always an option
Shooter payment plans got the nicest coffins
Posted in a van with a vial of soft shit
Green got me slow but the vibe is still lit
Trip a little bit through the bedroom doorway
Both fucked up so we skip the foreplay
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Writer(s): Chase Grimes
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