Might Die

Rolling up with shorty and she ask me where yo fucking wood
Bitch was asking bout a train I told her lil engine could
Run up on a homie bout her lil nigga wish you would
Hit em with the Smith and Wesson now the nigga call me Suge
Checking out yo shorty and she open for me like a book
Hit me on the cellular and ask me how she fucking look
Bitches love my features I don't need to sing no fucking hook
I see you flexing bundles but you owe me know that shit is took
Cooper with the cane all my niggas know that I'm a crook
Think this shit a game, imma put yo name inside a book

Got the death note
And these bullets that I tote
Got the power of a god leave you holy like the pope
Dropping heat in all my lines go ahead and pick a quote
All these niggas wanna rhyme but you know that shit ain't smoke
Ain't no passion in my lines but that's just the way I spoke
Got pink kush it be the dro
Got me lifted like a high rise
Swerving to the function nigga thought it was a drive by
Choppa get to kicking so dynamic call 'em Might Guy
Open up the gates it get bloody red he might die
Posted with the angels in his pictures nigga fly high



Credits
Writer(s): Savoyae Thomas
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