If I did it
He worked a Nine to five, I gotta cut the ties, can't shoot with no eyes
Pulled up with ski masks and knives, the type of shit make you go run up and ask me to die
Parking the car down the road about two blocks in the intersection where we go
I pulled the camera out from my new album cover to start up a Netflix show
That's why I just gotta keep it close, that's why I just gotta peak the most
That's why my message is leave you ghost, we could just say it's an overdose
Baby we just getting started, f*ck em up cold hearted
Make his parents press charges, don't give a shit I departed
My songs gonna get me awarded, his ass gonna get me reported
Leaving his face all distorted, leaving my song unrecorded
I'ma fly his ass to the ground, on a plane, the f*ck is that sound
On the road we can't make it loud, shut his ass up and build a crowd
How many hits am I thinking like 1
I finna gift wrap his ass in a BEAU
Be a lil bitch he gon' take me to COURT
I finna leave in the center of the RD
Get him deported like country club, fly like a birdie in money pub
Weston estate we gon' find a sub,
Call us a cousin and pick him up
If I did,
If I motherf*ckin' did
If I, if I did
Cause if I motherf*ckin' did
If I, if I, if you think I'ma just let it slide
I could bring in a whole group of five, we got unlimited time
But I'm about ready to go to the crime, call me to do it whenever
And he gon' drop faster than Amazon Prime
I'll probably take out his wallet and if I feel nice I'ma keep him a dime
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If I did it
He worked a Nine to five, I gotta cut the ties, can't shoot with no eyes
Pulled up with ski masks and knives, the type of shit make you go run up and ask me to die
Parking the car down the road about two blocks in the intersection where we go
I pulled the camera out from my new album cover to start up a Netflix show
That's why I just gotta keep it close, that's why I just gotta peak the most
That's why my message is leave you ghost, we could just say it's an overdose
Baby we just getting started, f*ck em up cold hearted
Make his parents press charges, don't give a shit I departed
My songs gonna get me awarded, his ass gonna get me reported
Leaving his face all distorted, leaving my song unrecorded
I'ma fly his ass to the ground, on a plane, the f*ck is that sound
On the road we can't make it loud, shut his ass up and build a crowd
How many hits am I thinking like 1
I finna gift wrap his ass in a BEAU
Be a lil bitch he gon' take me to COURT
I finna leave in the center of the RD
Get him deported like country club, fly like a birdie in money pub
Weston estate we gon' find a sub,
Call us a cousin and pick him up
If I did,
If I motherf*ckin' did
If I, if I did
Cause if I motherf*ckin' did
If I, if I, if you think I'ma just let it slide
I could bring in a whole group of five, we got unlimited time
But I'm about ready to go to the crime, call me to do it whenever
And he gon' drop faster than Amazon Prime
I'll probably take out his wallet and if I feel nice I'ma keep him a dime
He worked a Nine to five, I gotta cut the ties, can't shoot with no eyes
Pulled up with ski masks and knives, the type of shit make you go run up and ask me to die
Parking the car down the road about two blocks in the intersection where we go
I pulled the camera out from my new album cover to start up a Netflix show
That's why I just gotta keep it close, that's why I just gotta peak the most
That's why my message is leave you ghost, we could just say it's an overdose
Baby we just getting started, f*ck em up cold hearted
Make his parents press charges, don't give a shit I departed
My songs gonna get me awarded, his ass gonna get me reported
Leaving his face all distorted, leaving my song unrecorded
I'ma fly his ass to the ground, on a plane, the f*ck is that sound
On the road we can't make it loud, shut his ass up and build a crowd
How many hits am I thinking like 1
I finna gift wrap his ass in a BEAU
Be a lil bitch he gon' take me to COURT
I finna leave in the center of the RD
Get him deported like country club, fly like a birdie in money pub
Weston estate we gon' find a sub,
Call us a cousin and pick him up
If I did,
If I motherf*ckin' did
If I, if I did
Cause if I motherf*ckin' did
If I, if I, if you think I'ma just let it slide
I could bring in a whole group of five, we got unlimited time
But I'm about ready to go to the crime, call me to do it whenever
And he gon' drop faster than Amazon Prime
I'll probably take out his wallet and if I feel nice I'ma keep him a dime
Writer: Christopher Bader
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