Death Follows ft. Moneyboy Jayy Lyrics

Playin' with me is like playin' with your death, better go cop a gun

My lil' nigga itchin' for a hat, fuck around and copped him one

Tell yo' kids to get up out the way, I almost shot her son

I know one thing that's fasho, this pole taught niggas how to run

Creep up with a mask just like I'm Jason, all these problems I'm facin

Light up a wood now I'm in the matrix, fye on me like I'm satin

God on my side, don't need you to save me, won't let these niggas take me

Once I hop out on your block, dumpin' shells I over raid it

Got three up on my side, that's my bro, we like family

You play switch down the crowd, you gon' die, I stamp that on the East

Try to play us like some hoes, so you went n fucked up that lil' peace

That lil' nigga ready for a drill, spin seven days out the week

Lone wolf he can do it all alone, don't need a clique

Still a walk up on you, put blick to the head and whack your shit

Get to dumpin' shells up on your block, bouncin' like mattresses

Can't turn down when it smoke, I swear to God I'm matchin' it

Say young nigga tryna go matchin', niggas be cappin

Run down game with the statics, pull up on a nigga, let him have it

Ball like a maverick, make em disappear like some magic

I'ma let it spark like some matches, think she a baddie

I'ma let it go up in traffic, talkin' that shit, drop the addy

Pull up in the taxi, shooter get to dumpin at your daddy

It ain't even 31st of this October, hoppin' out with this hollow

No Escobar, but I'm Pablo, anywhere you go, if you know the truth, death follow

Pink in the bush, I'm shallow, speak on me, them words, I make you go swallow

Make him dip like nacho, think he tough, that boy, he think he macho

Mane, I'm tryna catch that boy today, I'm like, what's the word

I'm on that boy, I told him whats the play, his first, I'm on the third

My driver be too shifty on the drill, we leave him with a swerve

Put up on that shirt, I leave it smirkin', now he in the dirt

On gang, nigga, leave a fuck, nigga, on that curb

On gang, nigga, yeah