AutumnLeaves

No Glock in the dashboard No need to grab yours Blade in my jeans, you can get it if you ask for it Rewind, fast forward, pause Let me ash, boy Every time I see a bitch, she always wanna chat, boy Living the life of Riley, packing 50 Cali's Rocking Lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley Young white renegade Feelin' like it's seventh grade Backpack, razorblades Bitch, I'm in the trash-can Fresh squeezed lemonade Ash while I'm sipping I look like Nick Lachey so my girl like Jessica Simpson I ain't whippin' or pimpin' I'm at the house relaxin' Don't know that you girl's with me relapsin' I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you (nobody there!) I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you (So I'll be there for you)