Lyrics
(Say)
(I done said I was suicidal more than once, how many times do I got to say it?)
(And I told Lil Shawty she can't get my heart, but she really can, depend how she play it)
(And I told my momma my name Domiya', she get mad how I say it)
I'm riding with bands in this coupe, but I say none of it legit though
If you go broke today, what you gone do? Shit, pull a kick door
They can't see who sitting inside this Foreign, that's what these tints for
Got some drank in here, for the bitch to take some shots, but I don't sip hoe
I see shadows in the backyard, shots up out the window
Quit asking me what I'm mad for, just pay attention to my peripheral
That **** really fighting with the dead, but you don't get it
Like, if you see me scratching at my head, just grab the pistol
I walked in like Osama with a bomb strapped to my chest
I walked outside the jeweler, with these chains on my neck
Dont know how to behave, but I promise I'll try my best
And if they try to play me then I swear Its gone be mess
I told cuz he a real ass **** for putting love/hate on Mitchell&Ness
I got the Fye on me riding round' in this bitch, see pain equal red
I got suicidal thoughts on my mind Uhh
If them crackers get behind me hop out with my gun
Shit, what if you too late?
I heard he out of state
I heard he out the way, now get the fuck up out my face
I'll put it all on the line, if that mean It'll go down today
Aiming down at Hell's gate, like "where the fuck he at? " I'll sit down and wait, Pussy
I'm riding with bands in this coupe, but I say none of it legit though
If you go broke today, what you gone do? Shit, pull a kick door
They can't see who sitting inside this Foreign, that's what these tints for
Got some drank in here, for the bitch to take some shots, but I don't sip hoe
I see shadows in the backyard, shots up out the window
Quit asking me what I'm mad for, just pay attention to my peripheral
That **** really fighting with the dead, but you don't get it
Like if you see me scratching at my head, just grab the pistol
I say, "twin twin lock in"
Running up them franklins
Fuck is this hoe thinking, I choose the money over that pussy, hoe its probably stankin'
I don't give no fuck about this jewelry, **** come and take it
I'm on the road selling that shit that leave yo' leg shaking
A dead body for a feature, pussy **** come pay me
I told my brother all about respect, I'll leave cuz head dangling
Who the fuck they think they is, tryna' change a real ****?
Who the fuck they think they is? Fuck around get killed ****
Pop a xanax, think I need another bar
Had a damn wreck, and now I need another car
Won't give you no wedding ring cause baby I'm gone break your heart
So if I get to acting funny, just know it ain't far
I'm riding with bands in this coupe, but I say none of it legit though
If you go broke today, what you gone do? Shit, pull a kick door
They can't see who sitting inside this Foreign, that's what these tints for
Got some drank in here, for the bitch to take some shots, but I don't sip hoe
I see shadows in the backyard, shots up out the window
Quit asking me what I'm mad for, just pay attention to my peripheral
That **** really fighting with the dead, but you don't get it
Like if you see me scratching at my head, just grab the pistol
Written by: Domiya Wright
