Grammy Nominee

If I die tonight, then just know I tried Ma I know I'm wrong, I ain't ever right But I'm too numb to apologize If I leave today, you gon' be alright Ima go soon, I don't wanna fight Hey just lighten up, you don't gotta cry Cause I gotta shit on these niggas before I say goodbye to life Ready up the trumpets cause I think they know we winning Pouring purple sprite, you gon' always see me sipping Looking up to God, I keep praying for some winnings But he stopped talking back cause he know I'm steady sinning Got a strap in the back, something like a stud Baby I'm too gangsta, I don't really need your love We gon' fill him with seven like he got good luck Tryna slide on a nigga, we itching to dump The gang in the L, we gon' crash the party Wait I used that bar, man you suck Ari I like freaky college girls, I got one I call her candy head, that just mean that she a smartie Open up the whiskey, let's get to drinking I'm too busy working to be overthinking Grind all week, I get naughty on the weekends She gon' leave her panties, she call that a trinket I'm so quick to drop my shells (Michelle) the Glock cheat on Obama Said he was a thug but we turned him to a runner Turned him to a sprinter, my ice cold like the winter My glocky looking hungry, the hollows eat him for dinner In the back of the Bach, I roll another bowl This bitch is a dime head, got coke all in her nose She up off the snow, said I'm moving slow Bitch you better sober up cause I stay on the go I buy all my bottles dark colored like a penny Pull up with berettas, tryna catch him with the semi Sipping on the Remy, I like getting litty She gon' swallow all my cum, drink it like martini Fuck up the club, get it lit, we gnarly Man I'm with your bitch, she suck my dick retarded Ask me if I'm sober, I got percs, I'm on it I don't check the tags when I'm shopping at Onyx Whipping that demon, I let Satan take the wheel Your boyfriend on your phone, I post your tits on BeReal She tell me baby no, he gon' get me gone Shit I'm sorry babe, Ima also block your phone I'm so quick to drop my shells (Michelle) the Glock cheat on Obama Said he was a thug but we turned him to a runner Turned him to a sprinter, my ice cold like the winter My glocky looking hungry, the hollows eat him for dinner I'm so quick to drop my shells (Michelle) the Glock cheat on Obama Said he was a thug but we turned him to a runner Turned him to a sprinter, my ice cold like the winter My glocky looking hungry, the hollows eat him for dinner