DEATH WISH

Baby go and break the wood down for me If shit goes down are you willing to go out with me? Yeah- I ain't talking 'bout a date I'm talking death bitch The way he talking out his neck you'd think he had a death wish Got my haters mad mad See me up they can't accept it That shit make me fucking laugh I ain't have to flex shit I just do me and it work I make it work yeah Cupid sending shots I hit the dirt I hit the dirt yeah The devil trynna put me in a hearse Can't escape my demons yeah they'd even follow me to church- and hurts Know my momma said I'm gifted But I've been feeling cursed I've been growing distant I don't wanna talk baby I can't find the words I can't find the words to explain to you How I feel Yeah I just wanna tell you how I feel How I feel About how I feel I just want you to know How I feel That you might be the one for me (Yeah yeah you might be) Baby go and break the wood down for me If shit goes down are you willing to go out with me? Yeah- I ain't talking 'bout a date I'm talking death bitch The way he talking out his neck you'd think he had a death wish Got my haters mad mad See me up they can't accept it That shit make me fucking laugh I ain't have to flex shit I just do me and it work I make it work yeah Cupid sending shots I hit the dirt I hit the dirt yeah So much fucking money make it work for me I stack up my money let it flirt for me That bitch got a cash fetish Bet I get her so horny Bet I get her wetter than the sea She was there when I had nothing now she with me in VIP In the back of the club Getting fucked up yeah you know how I be You know how I vibe you know how I vibe Baby please do not ruin my high Oh my god oh my god I think I might lose my mind I fall apart fall apart Every god damn time That you turn your back to me Hate the way you turned my love into a tragedy Hope you see me winning and get mad at me Save the sympathy ain't no need to feel bad for me Baby go and break the wood down for me If shit goes down are you willing to go out with me? Yeah- I ain't talking 'bout a date I'm talking death bitch The way he talking out his neck you'd think he had a death wish Got my haters mad mad See me up they can't accept it That shit make me fucking laugh I ain't have to flex shit I just do me and it work I make it work yeah Cupid sending shots I hit the dirt I hit the dirt yeah