dead

(album: post death (outtakes) - 2019)

They ask me how I'm doing
I say gucci
Bitch slipped out the two-piece and then we watched a movie
I used to wanna die until you killed me
Now I can't feel shit but I'm still breathing

Still breathing, wish I could fucking stop
Wish I could end my life in a black drop top
And if it ain't about money, then, shut the fuck up
And if I had to cut ties, know that you fucked up

Get a couple bands and think you balling
Gucci fucking dead, I could hear the reaper calling
And I thought I had hope 'til I woke up from my dream
Bitch I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees

Get a couple bands and think you balling
Gucci fucking dead, I could hear the reaper calling
And I thought I had hope 'til I woke up from my dream
Bitch I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees

But I'm still, snapping like a Snapchat
Please don't fucking act back
Flock up in my napsack
I ain't got friends
I got brothers by my side
Got the butterfly knife
Flip it open then I slice

Still breathing, wish I could fucking stop
Wish I could end my life in a black drop top
And if it ain't about money, then, shut the fuck up
And if I had to cut ties, know that you fucked up

Get a couple bands and think you balling
Gucci fucking dead, I could hear the reaper calling
And I thought I had hope 'til I woke up from my dream
Bitch I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees