[Chorus]
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride (Kersa)
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
[Verse]
b*tch, I'm so faded, I'm faded now, yeah, yeah
Look at my bank account, bank account, yeah, yeah
Just bought a new Wraith just so I can drag race
ni**as was talkin' down on me back then, now ni**a what that cash say?
Karma's a b*tch, this is what you get
For not givin' me a chance
Look my diamonds dancin', Chris Brown solo
You can look, b*tch, but don't touch
.40 hit you from the neck up
Keep a .40 on me, no question
R.I.P. Juice, R.I.P. X, R.I.P. Peep
Gotta look both ways before I cross the street
Feel like everybody get [?] after me, yeah
R.I.P. to all our fallen legends
Don't wanna die, so I keep a Smith & Wesson
Pull up, on God, I might teach him a lesson
Apply the pressure
Oh my god, my b*tch so fun, she a dime
If a ni**a try, you get swatted like a fly
Or you'll get swatted like a Twitch streamer
My b*tches is with [?], yeah, eat it
I feel like Michael Jackson, uh, beat it
Head game on Medusa, it turn me to stone
All these hoes tryna fu*k me, get the fu*k out my phone
These hoes be sayin' that they love me, but they fu*ked my bro
She tried to force me like [?], but I am not the one
[Chorus]
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine