III.

I, I, I empty my clip on that boys head
I, I, I shoot that boy in his dome yeah
I, I, I would do anything for death yeah
I, I, I love my bitch more than anything
I love my diamonds bitch i love how they shine yeah
My AP on my wrist and it be glowing at night yeah
I cant wait till the day that boy finally die yeah
If your pussy good then you can be by side yeah

I just copped an AP bitch yes yes i did
I just woke up bitch yeah whats good
I wake up every morning every day be the same yeah
Everyone think i be depressed but can you really blame them?

I swear to god ill get him killed if he wanna try yeah
I swear to god ima hit him in his face with this nine yeah
Stop playing with my pistols bitch ill really let it off
She said we not fucking so i just fucking drove off

Everybody be lonely as hell but not me cause im up yeah
But there be some times where i really feel alone yeah
Reminiscing my past because i cant seem to escape it
I be praying for more days that feel like the good old days

Yeah, T-R-I-P
Im tripping, Im tripping
Yeah, Sip my lean
Im geekin, im geekin

He see the beam and you know
He leaving, he leaving
Im up here in the snow
Im living, im living

I see the feds and i go
Im running, im running
And ima just let you know
We poppin, we shooting

My gun yeah i let it off
Balenci, balenci
Aga on my boots yeah
Im rich, im rich, yeah

I, I, I empty my clip on that boys head
I, I, I shoot that boy in his dome yeah
I, I, I would do anything for death yeah
I, I, I love my bitch more than anything

I love my diamonds bitch i love how they shine yeah
My AP on my wrist and it be glowing at night yeah
I cant wait till the day that boy finally die yeah
If your pussy good then you can be by side yeah



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Writer(s): Jack Abila
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