[Hook]
When I die
Just throw me in the ground
When I die
Better fire off about 100 rounds
When I die
Bury me when the sun goes down
When I die
I better hear that *gunshots* sound
[Verse 1: Na$ty Matt]
I'll never be sh**
Just another motherf**er in a hearse
Every time I leave the house
b**hes hide their purse
I ain't ever been to church
For what it's worth
Farewell tour in Hell
When they put me in the dirt
f**ing priviledged b**hes
I pull up on sixes
White box Chevy with the Tec
And extentions
Got 25 lighters on my dresser
Yes sir
Pull up with a b**h
Looking like Fran Drescher
Sex her, flex
Naw I ain't text her
Say she can do better
But I don't even stress her
Sold my soul for a G-Wagon Benz
Bubble-eyed lens
f** a bad b**h
And all her friends
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cash]
Shouts out Master P
Cause I ain't got no limits
I smoke so much
They think I got prescriptions
I'm still tippin', sippin whiskey
Blowin' fifty
Countin' hundreds, I'm blowin' money
Like God damn I'm Donald Trumpin'
Na$ty Matt got the ba** bumpin'
So I'm kickin' verses like I'm f**ing punting
I'm blowin' dro like a f**in' trumpet
I'm pulling strings on you f**in' puppets
Torture chamber, you're in the dungeon
Spit fire like a f**in' dragon
Skinny dude with big pockets
Like God damn my pants saggin'