Death by Glamour Lyrics

Stick, yah, Stick, yah

Uh, he mad he can't find this drip, yeah, it's Rick, yeah

Oh, his lil' bitch wanna take a pic, ya, yeah, ya

My bitch so annoying, want matching fits, ya, yeah, ya

Two shots out the Micro Drac' like

One, fa, two, fa

Uhh"How many bullets up in the mag?" Two-five, yeah, five

Uh, my bruddanem did that hit, still I'm like"Who died?" yeah, died

Uh, they wanna look how I look, 'cause I'm a cool guy, on God

Uh, how do you expect to go up worryin' bout the shit that you don't got?

Eh, I don't never wanna grow up, but I know that I don't wanna die

All these niggas never showed up, but soon as I go up, they like"Congrats, Khai"

Huh, I got the keys to collecting this green, I ain't talkin 'bout the lime pie

(Ergg) Steppin' on shit, yeah, I'm fuckin' they backs up, who got the Salonpas?

Oh, baby this a long ride

I know I fuck up a lot, but in the end, I promise, it's gon' be alright (Gon be alright)"How the fuck am I alive?" is some shit I couldn't tell you if I tried

(Yeah) Baby please don't lie

Tell me, do you wanna die tonight?

Stick up, stick up

After I fuck this bitch back to gettin' rich, ya, rich, ya

I'm tryna red out the bezel like I shot my wrist, ya, wrist, ya

Sh-showed her what we really countin, she flop like a fish, ya

Flick shot

He ran up quick and got hit quick, ahh

Ahh, you just so different, bae

You been the top of the Thick-list, ahh

Yeah, I could go missin' bae

Tell me, would you have forgiveness? (Ahh)

Uh, no pendants, yeah, rather go drop 100 at the dentist, ya

Fuck opinions, yeah

Everything I don't know is just a

(Ladies booty bounce to this)

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