If We Die We Die
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Uh-huh
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Yeah, you got that right
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 What you tryna do, pull out that MAC-11
No way, you ain't gonna do that Cock it back, yeah, I gotta shoot that
I'm a white boy named Lil Blessed Never would've thought I'd be talking like this
1,200 rounds in a minute Bullets fly, 1000 rounds
200 less, I mean it
Dial on star-67 when I go, hit my plug What am I gonna do, I can't give it up
Ayy, that's what I would've said a few years ago
But now I gotta take off with these flows And speed it up for you dumbass hoes
Who think I'm slow when I'm only laid back
Gonna sit here while I watch you have a heart attack
Cardiac Arrest from the way I go so hard
Like, these are some words and flows you never heard before
If we die, we die, it's whatever I guess
Cooking up in the studio, tryna be the best, nevertheless
Pouring up when I swerve, sipping on the potion
They don't really love me, I see it in emotion
Slow it down for the triple three and let me count the bands, yeah
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 What you tryna do, pull out that MAC-11
No way you ain't gonna do that
Cock it back, yeah, I gotta shoot that
I'm a white boy named Lil Blessed
Never would've thought I'd be talking like this
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Yeah, you got that right
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 What you tryna do, pull out that MAC-11
No way, you ain't gonna do that Cock it back, yeah, I gotta shoot that
I'm a white boy named Lil Blessed Never would've thought I'd be talking like this
1,200 rounds in a minute Bullets fly, 1000 rounds
200 less, I mean it
Dial on star-67 when I go, hit my plug What am I gonna do, I can't give it up
Ayy, that's what I would've said a few years ago
But now I gotta take off with these flows And speed it up for you dumbass hoes
Who think I'm slow when I'm only laid back
Gonna sit here while I watch you have a heart attack
Cardiac Arrest from the way I go so hard
Like, these are some words and flows you never heard before
If we die, we die, it's whatever I guess
Cooking up in the studio, tryna be the best, nevertheless
Pouring up when I swerve, sipping on the potion
They don't really love me, I see it in emotion
Slow it down for the triple three and let me count the bands, yeah
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 What you tryna do, pull out that MAC-11
No way you ain't gonna do that
Cock it back, yeah, I gotta shoot that
I'm a white boy named Lil Blessed
Never would've thought I'd be talking like this
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Writer(s): Austin Mcguffin-houston
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