If I Die Today

(It's a Wayne beat)

(It's a Helluva beat, baby)

If I die today, know everybody gon' say I kept it real (Kept it real)

I was tryna trap, all you was tryna do was smoke and chill (Bitch)

My shooter on the road, he crunched them

Percs and whip it with the quill (He fried)

You know we smoked your partner, you ain't

Hit back, boy, keep that shit a bill (Bitch)

If I die today, know everybody gon' say I kept it real (Kept it real)

I was tryna trap, all you was tryna do was smoke and chill (Bitch)

My shooter on the road, he crunched them Percs

And whip it with the quill (He fried, he fried)

You know we smoked your partner, you ain't

Hit back, boy, keep that shit a bill (What?)

I get that call, I'ma leave my phone and

Leave my jewelry and grab that F&N (What?)

Know I watch my mirrors, can't stop at lights 'cause

They might box me in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I can't change my number, too many dependin' on me in the pen

We was cracking cards at the club, remember I hit for ten

We was cracking bitches at the trap

Remember I hit a Lexus (That's right)

Did too many demos off my shit, I had to

Burn a Lexus (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Thirty deep the gang (Thirty), my niggas

Grimy, better tuck your necklace (What?)

Boy, don't call my phone about no beefin', you know shit get hectic

Nigga, place your order and drop that pin

Bitch, we pullin' up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

DPT, Ron Kool, Pistol Danny, they be in the cut (Gang)

Know we crackin' fours and crackin' sixes, bitch, we

Booted up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

The goofies see my whip and don't do shit, they know I'm suited up

If I die today, know everybody gon' say I kept it real (Kept it real)

I was tryna trap, all you was tryna do was smoke and chill (Bitch)

My shooter on the road, he crunched them

Percs and whip it with the quill (He fried)

You know we smoked your partner, you ain't

Hit back, boy, keep that shit a bill (Bitch)

If I die today, know everybody gon' say I kept it real (Kept it real)

I was tryna trap, all you was tryna do was smoke and chill (Bitch)

My shooter on the road, he crunched them

Percs and whip it with the quill (He fried)

You know we smoked your partner, you ain't hit

Back, boy, keep that shit a bill (A hundred)

Naw, I ain't kill your partner, I sent the nigga and I gave him ten

They left his head under the car and left his brains right by the rims

Now I got blood all on my boots, not

Christian Loubs, bitch, these some Timbs

If I spot you, I buck on you, now all your family singing hymns

Lil' light of mine, amazing grace, bitch suck me up, amazing face

I move at an amazing pace, but, bitch, I still had won the race

I'm hella slimy, thought he bought a seven, sold his ass an eight

I ride with Grimy, if he spot an opp, then he gon' take his face

Don't dance, bitch, we ain't Kid '

N Play, we got a drop, let's sit and wait

He come out, I'ma hawk him down like we had did shh, what's-his-face?

He call himself standing his ground, got

Put in the ground anyway (Bitch, what?)

Before I get killed, do a hundred years or whatever it take

If I die today, know everybody gon' say I kept it real (Kept it real)

I was tryna trap, all you was tryna do was smoke and chill

My shooter on the road, he crunched

Them Percs and whip it with the quill

You know we smoked your partner, you

Ain't hit back, boy, keep that shit a bill

If I die today, know everybody gon' say I kept it real (Kept it real)

I was tryna trap, all you was tryna do was smoke and chill

My shooter on the road, he crunched

Them Percs and whip it with the quill

You know we smoked your partner, you

Ain't hit back, boy, keep that shit a bill

Everybody gon' say I kept it real

Was tryna do was smoke and chill

Percs and whip it with the quill

You ain't hit back, boy, keep that shit a bill