Do or Die
I'm seeing his Instagram posts, I shot at him twice
He turned to a ghost
Brag about money, I like to go boast
East or west, I'm still on the coast
He knows that he crossed the line
Pull up, fucking that bitch and I break her spine
I'm drinking the reddest wine
Badass beats, grab a skull, now the head is mine
I'm with the boys, suicide, gripping the Glock
Saying like, who am I
I'm with the gang and it's do or die
Time to spin, spin it, it's do or die
314 dead bodies, spraying them down, like I'm cutting some pie
Smoking that opp-pack, turn around
Like shut up bitch, are you dumb or are you high
Pull up with 40s, blocks will bust it, they got kickbacks
Tough as a mule, you know that I'm with that
King of the Gods, I'm finna sit back
12 is investigating my four shots, like it's 1st of 48
Speaking some facts, like I'm Andrew Tate
Chopping my shawty, let's go on a date
Living my life, it's the time of the day
Pockets are heavy, like what did you say
Balling out the line, I just made a free throw
Level 100, I'm still in my beast mode, I got the ice in my neck
Hoping I won't get a heat stroke
I be a bulldog, I'm going to Wesleyan
Streets so cold, like who are you testing
My name McKinney, cause I am a Weston
Six feet deep, my opps are now resting
I got some demons and I got some angels
Squashing the beef, cause you know that I made you
I ain't EBK, I ain't GDK
Spilling this blood, watch the PSA
Robbing the whip, smurfing that bitch, like it's GTA
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, what does that mean
I'm seeing his Instagram post, I shot at him twice
He turned to a ghost
Brag about money, I like to go post
East to west, I'm still on the coast
He knows that he crossed the line, pull up
Fucking that bitch and I break his spine
I'm drinking the reddest wine, badass beast
Grab his skull, now the head is mine
I'm with the boys, suicide
Gripping the Glock, saying like who am I
I'm with the gang and it's do or die
Time to spin, spin it, it's do or die
314 dead bodies, spraying them down, like I'm cutting some pie
Smoking that opp-pack, turn around, like shut up bitch
Are you dumb or are you high
He turned to a ghost
Brag about money, I like to go boast
East or west, I'm still on the coast
He knows that he crossed the line
Pull up, fucking that bitch and I break her spine
I'm drinking the reddest wine
Badass beats, grab a skull, now the head is mine
I'm with the boys, suicide, gripping the Glock
Saying like, who am I
I'm with the gang and it's do or die
Time to spin, spin it, it's do or die
314 dead bodies, spraying them down, like I'm cutting some pie
Smoking that opp-pack, turn around
Like shut up bitch, are you dumb or are you high
Pull up with 40s, blocks will bust it, they got kickbacks
Tough as a mule, you know that I'm with that
King of the Gods, I'm finna sit back
12 is investigating my four shots, like it's 1st of 48
Speaking some facts, like I'm Andrew Tate
Chopping my shawty, let's go on a date
Living my life, it's the time of the day
Pockets are heavy, like what did you say
Balling out the line, I just made a free throw
Level 100, I'm still in my beast mode, I got the ice in my neck
Hoping I won't get a heat stroke
I be a bulldog, I'm going to Wesleyan
Streets so cold, like who are you testing
My name McKinney, cause I am a Weston
Six feet deep, my opps are now resting
I got some demons and I got some angels
Squashing the beef, cause you know that I made you
I ain't EBK, I ain't GDK
Spilling this blood, watch the PSA
Robbing the whip, smurfing that bitch, like it's GTA
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, what does that mean
I'm seeing his Instagram post, I shot at him twice
He turned to a ghost
Brag about money, I like to go post
East to west, I'm still on the coast
He knows that he crossed the line, pull up
Fucking that bitch and I break his spine
I'm drinking the reddest wine, badass beast
Grab his skull, now the head is mine
I'm with the boys, suicide
Gripping the Glock, saying like who am I
I'm with the gang and it's do or die
Time to spin, spin it, it's do or die
314 dead bodies, spraying them down, like I'm cutting some pie
Smoking that opp-pack, turn around, like shut up bitch
Are you dumb or are you high
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Writer(s): Gavin Bruce
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