i'm dying on this hill Lyrics

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Cars, bills, yeah, it's real

Yeah

Let's chill

On top, on top, on top, on top

On top, Yeah for real

I'm balling, yeah still

I'm dying on this hill

And I told my girl come here

Let me see you, let me hear, ooh

My wrist froze, Siberia

I don't really wanna hear you

I-I don't really wanna hear you

I can't really feel you

We on top, yeah, like the ceiling

Got the cards in my head, I'm dealin

Yeah, we take off his top like Krillin

30 on my waist, True Religion

Bitch bad as hell, yeah she giving

Ain't gon' save you, I'm the villain

You a bot, go do what you told

I got Margiela on my toes

I don't think you want go down that road lil baby

Yeah I've been there before, it's over with

Yeah I'm high as hell, where we going?

On my fifth wood, I'm just rolling

And I'm standing on ten like Bowling

My pockets getting swollen

My bitch a model

She love bottles

I'll see her tomorrow

Yeah, you never told me sorry

Yeah I love your body, I won't tell nobody (Yeah)

Nobody (Yeah)

Yeah I love your body, I won't tell nobody (Yeah)

Margiela with the Chrome

CDG, yeah Homme

Coulda did better, but you sold

When I get in her I take her soul

Couple crazy bitches doing coke

Hey, I don't condone it

But it make her give crazier dome

Hey, where's my opponent

I got FNs they ready to blow, yeah

I'm takin' control, yeah

I'm takin' control, yeah

I just wanna know ya

I just wanna know ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Yeah, I tote it, yeah

I keep that (Ooh)

Cars, bills, yeah, it's real

Yeah

Let's chill

On top, on top, on top, on top, on top

Yeah for real

I'm balling, yeah still

I'm dying on this hill

And I told my girl come here

Let me see you, let me hear, ooh

My wrist froze, Siberia (Yeah)

I don't really wanna hear you (Yeah)

I-I don't really wanna hear you

I don't really wanna

Hear you

H-Hear you

(I wanna see you again)

I just got my new FN

I'm finna blow it then blow it again

She coming over again

I see it clearly, like I got lens

Yeah I just turned that lil five to a 10

I watch em turn on me, yeah like a wrench

How? How you still talk from the bench?

If you ain't gon' ball, go get you a ticket