Wishin' Death On Me Lyrics

Drum dummie

And these niggas out here steady wishing death on me

And it's probably cuz they know that I could step on em

NFG I'm seeing red homie

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Gang

Long live SK you heard me look

SME in the motherfucking building look

Check me

Say I was down bad struggling on my dick looking for a front

Remember days steady tryna hustle just to smoke a blunt

Now I'm grinding I'm tryna shine like a fuckin' star

So If I tell you that I love you just respect my heart

And If you give a bitch a inch she gon take it far

So If you give a bitch a pinch she gone want it all

Birkin bags & red bottoms what they chasing for

But I just want some real love that's what I'm waiting for

But fuck commitment i don't trust cuz everybody fold

Fucking up my brain smoking dope at only 9 years old

Where I'm from we solve our problems Ain't no calling troll

I'm Shitting on these niggas I got paper and it's on a roll

I was lacking ambition

But I was born with visions

Of being richer than pippen

I'm slurring words off this biscotti

I been on a mission

To Give my mama a kitchen

In a mansion that's hidden

So she won't have to worry why

In my city niggas steady wishing death on me

Yeah It's prolly cuz they know that i could step on em'

I ain't trippin I'm on my way to living better homie

But I'm from Florida where you gotta keep a weapon on ya

Heart cold so you know I got a sweater on it

I know how it feels to lose a brother homie

Why ohhh does it never get no better

Only God knows how many more is they gon take from me

I couldn't even cry or say good bye when lil Jalah passed

Say death been knocking on my door grim reaper on my ass

Say I been tryna keep it hype but I been in my bag

Skrt off in the SRT with Q 120 on the dash

And I don't bang but I'm gon' die bout my respect

If a pussy nigga diss me we gon' slide it ain't no stress

He put three 7s on his neck take off 15 and what you get?

7.62 hollow points we punching bullets through yo chest boy fuck a vest

Fuck that triple seven shit

I'm NFG as fuck

I'll set it off in this bitch

So if it's up it's stuck

Don't give a fuck about no nigga bet not try ya luck

I'll Crash out in this bitch just like I did the truck

Say Mike was jigging off dem bars and now he scared of death

The grim reaper in his face and he could smell his breath

And all them Niggas think he hard Ill smack him with this left

I got some shit I need to say let's get it off my chest

Boy you a bitch and you know it I don't have to tell you

Whole hoe up in these streets just like some dope I'll sell you

You don't know I touched some bread I rock that heavy metal

Run up on me if you want bitch you gon meet the devil

You "Da Kid" who be running on them fake straps

You "Da Kid" who be talking like he on that

Say you "Da Kid" pussy nigga you gon shake back

Now you triple 7 something I can't say that

You heard

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