fight for ya life Lyrics

Purple powder on my table

Crushed up oxy molly take it might be fatal

Triple S nasty said she wan take me in her anal

Money the only thing I think about all day

Always got a dick in yo' mouth Nigga you gay

& when it come to money me and gang don't play

Shit get critical end yo' life in broad day

Triple S been tryn fuck me in the back of the bank

Triple S don't want me sober pour my drank

& I'm ready to blow like fuckin propane

Bouncer greeting me at the door he know my name

Had to get a chauffeur I was drivin way too high too often

Alla my sluts with the shits get they nails done then put you inna coffin

Triple S gotta gun you know she gon spark it

500 round comin from me n my partnas

I got no kids but I feel like a father

Got niggas tryna join gang they wanna go further

Triple S from Jamacia say bombaclart

Workin on my own time don't follow clock

Cougar in heat she swallow cock

Got a unkie who'll kill you for a rock

Call my unkie a zombie cuz his insides rot

As long as there's unkies with money I won't stop

The NEUMAN denim that you see me in it hasn't dropped

International Terrible Man I sin a lot

My unkie off the rocks but he not wippin it ina pot

Crystal MDMA Ketamine all at the spot

Unkie think she Ice Spice call herself a poopy n fart

Ever since gang started carrying guns we haven't fought

So if you wanna run a fade you better fight for your life