Till I Die

Outtatown, we never outta money 8-808 You already knew what it was You already know what it is Now she wanna fuck 'cause I'm up Now she wanna fuck 'cause I'm lit I told you, we get high as fuck I got your bitch off a G6 She fallin' for me and you fallin' for her I fuck on these bitches, I can't fall in love, yeah I fuck on these bitches, I can't fall in love Don't fuck with these niggas, I give 'em a mug They askin' me, "Why?" I gave 'em a shrug He claimin' he gang but that boy a dub Talk down on my name, we sendin' 'em slugs I rock Helmut Lang, I'm swaggin' it up I fuck on your main, she don't give a fuck about it These niggas just talk, they ain't 'bout it They be slippin', they ain't really slidin' They just in the car, they ain't really riding I swear, everything I do exotic I swear, everything I do, these niggas know 'bout it I go to the bank, I make a deposit He broke and he stank, yeah, he ain't nobody I can't remember shit, I was off molly I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I can't feel my body These bitches be hoeing, these bitches be sloppy For me, yeah, she goin', she empty your pockets You bought her Chanel and I bought her some Takis You bought her a bag, I bought her some chips Either way it go, your bitch gettin' flipped You still in here, she let me fuck off the rip F&N Five-Seven came with a grip If it's a problem, shoot him in his lip Raf Simons shirt, check out my drip Your bitch a flirt, fuck her and then dip I don't want her, I want a zip Shoutout my plug, he get a tip These niggas be scrubs, these niggas ain't built They ain't nothin' like us, these niggas ain't real If it go down, we know you gon' spill I'm pourin' up lean, I'm crackin' the seal I'm rollin' up weed, you know I got pills You ain't high as me, lil' boy need to chill I get so high, I cannot feel I want me a B, I want me some M's I'm talkin' 'bout the bills, I'm talkin' 'bout the mills You procrastinate and I go for the kill Anything I want I get it, for real I work in this shit like a nine-to-five I ain't goin' broke as long as I'm alive Bitch, I'ma be chasin' the racks 'til I die Fuck it, I'm flippin' these packs 'til I die Fuck it, I'm breakin' her back 'til I die Fuck it, I'm countin' these racks 'til I die Let it stack 'til I die, let that shit multiply Ayy, yeah