Til I Diee

(альбом: DEVOTION - 2018)

I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smoking 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparking up, I'm so gone, smoking gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be counting up these knots, did it all on my own

Ayy, yeah, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Go, go, go (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ha (Woah)
Ha, ha, ha
Go, go, go, go (Woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smoking 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparking up, I'm so gone, smoking gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be counting up these knots, did it all on my own

He think he found the one, that's not your bitch
I been fucked that bitch
She all on my dick (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Wanna have my kids (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Open up to me like a lid (Uh-huh, that's right)
Smoking real OG, no mid (Yeah, that's right)
I be gone, way off the grid (Yeah, that's right)
She all on me like a tick
She say, "Summrs, boy, you is so lit" (Uh-huh, that's right)
I been doing this shit since a kid (Uh-huh, that's right)
I been doing this way since a jit (Let's go)
What you want? I got it
I don't wear no Hot Topic
I'ma let it blow just like a rocket
And this coupe is fast and I ain't stopping
With your lil' boo, we just shopping
I get so damn flee without a stylist
Lil' SummrBangz, I'm the wildest (Yeah)
Lil' SummrBangz, I'm the hottest

I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smoking 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparking up, I'm so gone, smoking gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be counting up these knots, did it all on my own