Death Wish

(album: TTB: STREETS CHOSE ME - 2021)

(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Ha, ha

Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy
I broke the clock can't scale my shit
Geeked out my mind, never felt like this
Put it in sport then the tail might fish
Glock in his face, that's a real death kiss
You don't want smoke, that's a real death wish
Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss
19 ass laying in the X6

I ain't pull over, I'm ducking state troopers
My niggas pulled up on time, we some shooters
Digital dash in that digital damn
All my number be accurate, count like no child
That bitch she animal planet, real wild
She set you up and she sliming you out
She ring on your doorbell, we run in your house
My jeans Mike Amiri, I stomp in these bitches
Got AF1's I'm pumping these bitches
Niggas be fly like the sky is the limit
But I'm going past that
You know it's [?]
Double me up, double me down
Get that shit, double-time, we miss, we spin around

These bitches going, they all come around
Nigga I ain't [?] been around
She like when I smile, I got slugs in my mouth
Shell cases, can't leave no slugs on the ground
Hellraiser step, leave a hole in the ground
[?] for his script, then we busting them down
Drinking the cream soda, flushing them down
Don't know what it is but it's something about
Niggas that go and start running they mouth
Turn off the lights, camp in front of they house
Thousand grams, thirty-four, forty-two gang
All the real niggas gon' go through the same
Trap house and [?] it's part of the game
But one thing I learned, you can't make no mistakes
I done took the skin off my back for some snakes
This for niggas that showed that shit off in my face

Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy
I broke the clock can't scale my shit
Geeked out my mind, never felt like this
Put it in sport then the tail might fish
Glock in his face, that's a real death kiss
You don't want smoke, that's a real death wish
Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss