Yeah
Yeah
Mm, mm
If I die tonight, cry tonight
If I die tonight, cry tonight
Hellcat swervin', I'm speedin'
Do the whole dash, no reason
.45 on me, it's breathin'
Leave him
Where he tripped at, naw, f*ck that
Where the switch at? Frrt, spin that
Flip that, get that
I'ma get my get-back, even if I-
Even if he kill me, yeah
Yeah, I know they gon' feel this
She know real niggas do real shit
I know your baby mama feel this
Shit, if I die tonight
Yeah, they know I ain't go out like no bitch, it was shots fired
Dead homies, I miss all the dogs like we Ruff Ryders
They can plot, they can try, but they can't divide us
I'm a message sent from God like I'm Hermes
Buy my bitch a Hermès Birkin all her purse sizes
If I cheat and you leave me, it's gon' hurt mine
If I let the streets do me greezy, it's gon' hurt mine
I see death comin' from a mile away
It's only a smile away, I'm only a dial away
If Heaven had a phone, I would call and say
I miss y'all, but I had to go find a way, ayy
They know I'ma shine, I got wings on my aura
Tings in my foreign
Bad bitches on them jet-skis out in Florida
I just went to negative degrees on my water
And I tote my own strap, ain't gotta shoot for me
If I die tonight
Don't cry tonight
If I die tonight (if I die tonight)
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight (oh-woah-woah, if I die tonight)
If I die tonight (I), don't cry tonight (don't cry tonight)
Ask me why I'm thuggin', I can't even give you an answer
Baby, life been hard on me since I been in Pampers
I be with the steppers, the shooters, the stampers
I be with the robbers, the looters, the trappers
'Fore I'm a baller, a business, a rapper
I was a rocker, a roller, a scrapper
Hand-me-down spin, but I'm comin' trim, dapper
If I make her grin, she gon' give me trim after
I be in and out, they never see me, I'm like Casper
And your bitch stuck to my dick like a catheter
She like hoes too, she a race car backwards
And I get her wetter than a natural disaster
Yeah, thousand bad bitches at my funeral, yeah
Don Julio, I'm still a foolio
Yeah, for all them long nights in that studio
Been f*ckin' all them hoes in the Mykonos
I can smell the hookah smoke, they ain't gon' know who to smoke
Yeah, just know they ain't gon' play about lil' Poodie, though (yeah)
Real eye-busters, real shooters, though (yeah)
Duke and Gonzaga, real shooters, though
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight (if I die tonight, oh-woah-woah)
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight (if I)
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight
