Can't Die
(Perfect)
I had to cut off my friends, I went and copped some new bands, yeah
I just went met a new dancer, I think that ho from Atlanta (yeah)
We're pullin' up to your crib leavin' a present, I'm Santa (yeah)
I went and called up my shooters, I got 'em boys on standby
Standby (yeah-yeah) they tryna kill me, I can't die (what)
Can't die, know they don't understand why
Stand why, pull out the chop and shoot out your eye
Rockin' that suit, number nine
Jun Takahashi, that shit oversized
I got 'em waiting in line for the drip, I'm only wastin' their time
Told her, "Look me in my eyes" you look at me, you sat there and lied
They're treatin' me like a God, they look at me like I'm parting the skies
And you be claimin' you're real, but I know you're faking disguise
Faking disguise, no, I ain't perfect, but I'll be tryin'
You say you're real, you're holdin' it down, but, why is you lyin'?
I told you I was gon' cut you off lil' bitch, like why is you cryin'?
Push the lil' button in the coupé, and then we take off
Hell yeah, we be flyin'
I had to cut off my friends, I went and copped some new bands, yeah
I just went met a new dancer, I think that ho from Atlanta
We're pullin' up to your crib leavin' a present, I'm Santa (Santa)
I went and called up my shooters, I got 'em boys on standby (go)
Standby, they tryna kill me, I can't die
Can't die, know they don't understand why
Stand why, pull out the chop and shoot out your eye
Rockin' that suit, number nine
Jun Takahashi, that shit oversized
I had to cut off my friends, I went and copped some new bands, yeah
I just went met a new dancer, I think that ho from Atlanta (yeah)
We're pullin' up to your crib leavin' a present, I'm Santa (yeah)
I went and called up my shooters, I got 'em boys on standby
Standby (yeah-yeah) they tryna kill me, I can't die (what)
Can't die, know they don't understand why
Stand why, pull out the chop and shoot out your eye
Rockin' that suit, number nine
Jun Takahashi, that shit oversized
I got 'em waiting in line for the drip, I'm only wastin' their time
Told her, "Look me in my eyes" you look at me, you sat there and lied
They're treatin' me like a God, they look at me like I'm parting the skies
And you be claimin' you're real, but I know you're faking disguise
Faking disguise, no, I ain't perfect, but I'll be tryin'
You say you're real, you're holdin' it down, but, why is you lyin'?
I told you I was gon' cut you off lil' bitch, like why is you cryin'?
Push the lil' button in the coupé, and then we take off
Hell yeah, we be flyin'
I had to cut off my friends, I went and copped some new bands, yeah
I just went met a new dancer, I think that ho from Atlanta
We're pullin' up to your crib leavin' a present, I'm Santa (Santa)
I went and called up my shooters, I got 'em boys on standby (go)
Standby, they tryna kill me, I can't die
Can't die, know they don't understand why
Stand why, pull out the chop and shoot out your eye
Rockin' that suit, number nine
Jun Takahashi, that shit oversized
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Policard, Quian Brown, Cody Rounds, Danny Snodgrass
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