[Hook x2: Frenchie]
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
My jersey be 23, I did this sh** all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself
[Verse 1: Frenchie]
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
Pilot is my middle name n***a, I can fly myself
French is the one and only, you getting paper then show me
You flexing hard with your Breitling, my little n***as rock Rollies
You ain't built to be with my coding, my money stacking high slowly
Ain't nothing you can do for me, you a baby boy like Jody
One whip forty-thou' I profit, ladies showing me love
Security I don't need it, twenty racks to blow in this club
Shorty gon' pa** me the molly's, you just slumped in that two-door coupe
Team Mack got the seats back, with a gang of hoes, Moulin Rouge
I'm flexing hard, yeah I do
Rest in peace G Baby, yelling out my screw
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[Verse 2: Deezy]
We show up, we show out
Lambo coupe, no doors out
Put the doors up, know what I'm ‘bout
View my life, that movie sh**
View my b**h, that Louie fitted
Rock city, what? I ain't losing sh**
Send me a brick, I'm a move it quick
These Gucci shoes mean nothing to me
I f** ‘em up, I playing it
That's when you know a n***a really getting money
MDE, I'm a hold that down
Take something from you I'm a lay that down
Cut a n***a face turn his frown to a smile
? on the waist, n***a look at me now
Gun in his face, n***a say something now
n***a say something now
[Verse 3: Zoeballa]
If I die before I wake, bury Zoe with two G's
Cavalli shirts, I'm too fleet
Rolls Royce with two keys
I'm stunting n***a, I'm too hard
12's on that Too Guard
Pardon me if my heart bigger
Shocked police, I spark n***as
No car involved, I park n***as
My shine glow, and my wrist's black
Pray to God I ain't y'all n***as
Up and down, this whole list is macked
My team too official, gun and a pistol
Told these motherf**ers all welcome to the coke wave
Gotta give him forty-four grams, calling me the man n***a
Come and get a coke wave
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[Verse 4: Joffy]
If I should pa** before I wake, I swear to god my son is good
I'm from the hood, seeing depths in the road like I'm under ?
Gotta switch my life around, hammer tucked yeah I'm wifey'd down
Glam' 'em up, that's a lightning round
Tan 'em up, know young icy down
? while she probably wanna swally'
She be tripping on the dick, and yeah she probably on the molly
I ain't judging her, cause I'm f**ing her
You one time, you cuffing her
It's me and ? , who can f** with us?
Swagger up, we busted up
Hopping out, they rushing up
You mad as f**, there's no touching us
GD, baller type
f** the competition, I'm all the hype
Give me all the mics
And I'ma spit on that b**h like Pac did n***a, cause we all alike
Zoeballa, Frenchie hoe
General, so don't tempt me though
My gun go so let your son know
That if I unload, that I'ma empty hoe
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