CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : DEATH//OPTIONZ
Pressing all these players, got nothing to lose
Step into this, you'll end up on the news
Still destined for nothing, ain't sh*t left to prove
Homie better run that Glock
'cause it's kill or be killed 'til the day that I drop
Just hit a stain still oozin'
Got pounds of that loud in my trunk while I'm cruisin'
Evil up in my soul is intrudin' (aye)
D**k feel
Approaching me b*t*h, and your blood I will spill
My view from the top
Watching bodies all drop
Now my justice is free
So b*t*h try and compete
Swearing to god, I will kill you right now, and I promise I won't feel a thing hoe
Got that burner c*cked back, with the an oz in the sack, now it's ready to bang hoe
Accept all these grams with our price
'cause ain't nothing free unless I fix up death and the option for Christ
So watch towards the light
While I pull out this knife
Looking up to heaven while I take your f**king life
Two tone Chevy rolling down your block with no lights
All of your pu**y boys stayed in my sights
Now we got y'all racing to your crib at the fall of the night
You b*t*h!
Aye
We don't f**king play that sh*t
Real recognize real, that we can see you b*t*h
Aye, aye
We don't f**king play that sh*t
Real recognize real, that we can see yo' a** b*t*h
Step into this, you'll end up on the news
Still destined for nothing, ain't sh*t left to prove
Homie better run that Glock
'cause it's kill or be killed 'til the day that I drop
Just hit a stain still oozin'
Got pounds of that loud in my trunk while I'm cruisin'
Evil up in my soul is intrudin' (aye)
D**k feel
Approaching me b*t*h, and your blood I will spill
My view from the top
Watching bodies all drop
Now my justice is free
So b*t*h try and compete
Swearing to god, I will kill you right now, and I promise I won't feel a thing hoe
Got that burner c*cked back, with the an oz in the sack, now it's ready to bang hoe
Accept all these grams with our price
'cause ain't nothing free unless I fix up death and the option for Christ
So watch towards the light
While I pull out this knife
Looking up to heaven while I take your f**king life
Two tone Chevy rolling down your block with no lights
All of your pu**y boys stayed in my sights
Now we got y'all racing to your crib at the fall of the night
You b*t*h!
Aye
We don't f**king play that sh*t
Real recognize real, that we can see you b*t*h
Aye, aye
We don't f**king play that sh*t
Real recognize real, that we can see yo' a** b*t*h
