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 ****, 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** be scrubs, these **** ain't built

They ain't nothin' like us, these **** 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