Might Die Lyrics

Rolling up with shorty and she ask me where yo fucking wood

Bitch was asking bout a train I told her lil engine could

Run up on a homie bout her lil nigga wish you would

Hit em with the Smith and Wesson now the nigga call me Suge

Checking out yo shorty and she open for me like a book

Hit me on the cellular and ask me how she fucking look

Bitches love my features I don't need to sing no fucking hook

I see you flexing bundles but you owe me know that shit is took

Cooper with the cane all my niggas know that I'm a crook

Think this shit a game, imma put yo name inside a book

Got the death note

And these bullets that I tote

Got the power of a god leave you holy like the pope

Dropping heat in all my lines go ahead and pick a quote

All these niggas wanna rhyme but you know that shit ain't smoke

Ain't no passion in my lines but that's just the way I spoke

Got pink kush it be the dro

Got me lifted like a high rise

Swerving to the function nigga thought it was a drive by

Choppa get to kicking so dynamic call 'em Might Guy

Open up the gates it get bloody red he might die

Posted with the angels in his pictures nigga fly high