I Don't Die

Mind your motherfuckin' business, ain't nothin' you gotta see

How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?

Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see the other side of me

And my **** mobbin' deep, hoe, I'm a fuckin' prodigy

I know, I know that you been envyin' bitch, it ain't that hard to see

Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me

Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me

Some ****'ll go chop my arm right off and still reach out to me

I know you prolly want that

You want that ambulance to pick me and take me on that ride, yeah

Hopin' that they don't revive a **** and bring me back to life

And you shot me down, shot me down

Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down

That's alright

(Bop, bop)

I don't die

B-b-bad to the bone

Everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad till they ass be alone

Oh now you back in the cold and I'm laughing at every single fact

But they don't want me on half of these songs

It was that from the go

Just a bunch a little spoiled fuckin' bastards

Every single one laugh at my joke

****, pass the Patron, I think I'ma go and drink

Until I pass out and fall in the back of the Rover

A ménage on my mind, I been on my grind (Ooh)

Been through so much sometimes think that God ain't on my side (Yeah)

I cut all my friends off then say, "Y'all ain't on my vibe"

And, there's so much more to life than drinking, party all the time, woah

This gon' last a lifetime (Lifetime)

No more Mr. Nice Guy (Nice guy)

I text Jayden Smith and told that **** he a icon (Icon)

Don't get shit fucked up, just 'cause I ain't got no ice on

Don't mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should you freeze you hoes at nighttime

I'm like, where the hell you been at?

I been doin' this since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at

Always in trouble 'cause I was never learning nothing

Except how to my muscle my way into the game, with no setbacks

And all of them are sleepin' on me, fuck it, where the bed at?

'Cause I been strugglin', tryna be on top while them other **** bluff it, but fuck it

And it really doesn't mean nothing that they music ain't really cuttin' it

They can hit the Galick Gun

And one day y'all gon' see me (See 'em)

I make shy look freaky (Freaky)

I make dry look greasy (Whoo)

I make hard look easy (Easy)

I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe

Now I'm all on TV, hoe, whoo!

Mind your motherfuckin' business, ain't nothin' you gotta see

How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?

Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see the other side of me

I don't wanna hear no sorries, bitch, fuck your apology

I know, I know that you been envyin' damn, it ain't that hard to see

I don't wanna get to know you, no, please don't say hi to me

Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me

Some ****'ll go chop my arm right off and still reach out to me

I know you prolly want that

You want that ambulance to pick me and take me on that ride, yeah

Hopin' that they don't revive a **** and bring me back to life

And you shot me down, shot me down

Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down

That's alright

(Bop, bop)

I don't die

That's why a **** ride with a weapon

Better that than me lyin' on a stretcher, gunshot (Pow, pow, pow!)

Applying all the pressure

Potato on the chopper, shootin' through the pillow

Blood on the feathers, rollin' dice with your life, all I do is roll sevens (Whoo)

Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil

Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better

Man, I swear to God, you better talk to the reverend

Yeah, I'm on a weed high, dehydrated

Her booty fuckin' skin tight, Levi made it

Yeehaw, yeehaw, put her in the stable

Keep my cards in my pocket, never put 'em on the table

Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her navel

Do what I say, don't give me no ultimatum

Ride around or die, get your life taken

She'd already went half on a baby

All these broke bitch ass ****

Try to tell a real **** how to really fuckin' get a bag

How you fuckin' twenty-five with your first car?

I got ten, that's why them **** mad

Why you wanna hate on progress?

Why you wanna keep me in the projects?

****, why you wanna eat off my checks?

That's some weird ass shit, you suspect

That's a weird ass bitch, don't trust that

Shut the hell up, a **** ain't done yet

All these shots, are you **** having fun yet?

I'ma do it by the book, so run that

Take your bitch then I ride in the sunset

Layin' on the West Side, hit Sunset

Backwoods you can find me where the skunk at

Bullet with your name on it, if you want that

You want that ambulance to pick me and take me on that ride, yeah

Hopin' that they don't revive a **** and bring me back to life

And you shot me down, shot me down

Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down

That's alright

(Bop, bop)

I don't die