I Died Today

Bitch, you best to back yo ass up
Fucking your mama, will be a nigga
You don't see this lady
It's that- bitch you best to back yo ass up

Mama, mama, on the trigger
Shoutie, shoutie, you're my nigga
Bitch, you best done packed your ass
Fucking your mama, will be a nigga

You don't see this lady
Is that mama, mama, on the trigger
Shoutie, shoutie, you're my nigga
Nigga, suit, brand, bitch
All up in here
It's time to spit up on her

Well it's that C-L-E
C-R-E-E-P

Coming out the creek
Yes, I be that shadow you don't see
Cause I'm underneath, six feet deep
Dead man walking so I cannot feel my feet

Change your sheets
Bringing all the heat but colder than the winter beat
Wak up in my lemonade like lean all in my spite
I ain't talking, I'm not stuttering

This me screaming and a bite
Boy, you better check your sight
If you think you win the fight
And I'm 6'1", even if I was 5'9", I had a height

Bitch, you better back yo ass up
Mama, mama, will be a nigga
You don't see this lady
It's that- bitch you best to back yo ass up

Mama, mama, on the trigger
Shoutie, shoutie, you're my nigga

Young, sinister, you know that I diminish her
Roll up the windows, bruh, let's smoke this fucking indica

And if the river floods, honestly, I wouldn't give a fuck
My brain, it won't go numb
Might just go and slit my wrist or some
But now I'm jacked in all black
The noose, slacked

My eyes, they red as fuck
And they just won't stop rolling back
Don't need no racks, I'm triple six and I mean that
Come here, lil' mama, I'll show you to where the green at



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Writer(s): Loser . .
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