Purple Tombstone (feat. Fellz & Stickz)

Give me bread he gon’ die on demand

I ride by send him up to his mans

We pull up to the party we ain’t come to party I won’t even shake any hands

Headshot if he tryna play mine guarantee Imma die ‘bout my ****

(my **** my ****)

Ten shots while I’m riding through the city right hand all on top of my pistol

(my pistol my pistol)

Two hoes all on top of my back I ain’t really been checking my schedule

Money long, codeine still fuck with my liver

(my liver my liver)

Still fuck wit my liver, I ain’t playin’ no games I’ll die by my ****

(my **** my ****)

I’ll die for my ****, switch lanes grip grain I’ll slide for my ****

(my **** my ****)

Don’t slide on my ****, six days no sleep gettin’ high with my ****

Outside wit my ****, say you shooting at me then you gotta die ****

(my **** my ****)

Boy you finna die ****

(die **** die ****)

Give me bread he gon’ die on demand

I ride by send him up to his mans

We pull up to the party we ain’t come to party I won’t even shake any hands

Fifty shots bound to knock that lil’ smirk off his face please don’t smile at my ****

(my **** my ****)

I ain’t really been checking the time only focused on me and my ****

Murk a block for my ****, touchdown with my ****

If they rundown I’m gunning, I got Stickz bitch I’m pulling up drumming

You can’t kill me, I’m pulling up stunting

Baby I’m in a black car drilling

You would think I was Hef how I jump out that bitch I be driving with six hoes in it

Catch a **** put six holes in ‘em

Big shot, I be drowning in women

Codeine steady drowning my liver

Back then it was me and my ****

Money talk I be hearing that whisper

Give me bread he gon’ die on demand

I ride by send him up to his mans

We pull up to the party we ain’t come to party I won’t even shake any hands

Headshot if he tryna play mine guarantee Imma die ‘bout my ****

(my **** my ****)

Ten shots while I’m riding through the city right hand all on top of my pistol

(my pistol my pistol)

Two hoes all on top of my back I ain’t really been checking my schedule

Money long, codeine still fuck with my liver

(my liver my liver)

Still fuck wit my liver, I ain’t playin’ no games I’ll die by my ****

(my **** my ****)

I’ll die for my ****, switch lanes grip grain I’ll slide for my ****

(my **** my ****)

Don’t slide on my ****, six days no sleep gettin’ high with my ****

Outside wit my ****, say you shooting at me then you gotta die ****

(my **** my ****)

Boy you finna die ****

I don’t play when I’m out on the road never lack

Bitch I roll with a pole in my lap

Play with my money, you play with your life

Bitch I got it out the trap

Bitch I kill for the **** around me

I was down and **** tried to down me

I cannot have no fuck **** around me

Hit him in his head and face down how they found him