歌词
Before your funeral
And your coffin lid is closed
Before you are buried
And your flesh turns cold
Before you are covered with the last shovels of dirt
Before you are really
Dead
Get the **** up out my way
Get the **** up out my mother****in’ way
Get the **** up out my face
I don’t like you mother****ers anyway
Now I’m ****in’ up my pay
Now I’m gettin’ lots of money every day
Catchin’ ***** like a fade
Catch a young'n, getting hundreds what I say
Got the bible on the dash, boutta smoke it till its ash
Now my rivals gettin’ mad, cause they open to the fact
I might do this shit for real, spend a thousand on a seal
Make a hunnid ****in’ mil, now I pull up and I peel
Skrr
She hit me up tryna rIde something
Grab the alcohol and proceed the rubbin’, aye
They ain't takin' cash, no reply comin’
When you high as this, feel the sky plummet
Leanin’ leanin’, ***** I need the cane
Seen the color purple, sippin’ purple rain
New stove, bring the new flame
Magic man like I’m David Blaine
Eye for an eye, ***** you gon’ see the pain (pain)
Coldest in the game, tryna Ice-pick ya brain (brain)
Wit’ me or against me, get the **** up out my face
**** up out my way (skrr)
Holdin’ up my line (skrr), ******* ****in' with my pay (skrr)
Das gon’ make me hate (hate)
Prayin’ at the dollars come in at a quicker rate
Smokin’ out the pound, bet that you can smell the weight
Burnin’ ten swisher sweets, just preparin’ for my day
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