Death Note

Death note, put you in a grave like you dead hoe Pull up in a coupe while I am busting out the bando Playing with her heart like I'm playing on a banjo Pull out the Glock, put your lights out like a candle Death note, put you in a grave like you dead hoe Pull up in a coupe while I am busting out the bando Playing with her heart like I'm playing on a banjo Pull out the glock, put your lights out like a candle What is poppin' senorita do you even got a mans Pop that pussy for me baby let me give you 'lil hand Better pay up for a feature better give me all the bands We gon' rock out like we Lita we gon' rock out with the fans And that bendo is a Rari got Bacardi in the Benz Bussin' out all the racks while we flying to Japan Flying like an angel but I'm better than your X-Man Chanel baddies on my line they got me all like god damn God damn, god damn, ima spray out my choppa If you keep on talkin' shit ima aim it very proper She ain't fuckin' Aang but she gon ride me like I'm Appa She a rich, 'lil bitch, when she wearin' all that Prada Louis on my wrist, new drip and some timbs I been hittin' licks, drop top with a stick Who gon' say shit, you dirty 'lil fuckin' snitch Who gon' say shit, you dirty 'lil fuckin' snitch Death note, put you in a grave like you dead hoe Pull up in a coupe while I am busting out the bando Playing with her heart like I'm playing on a banjo Pull out the glock, put your lights out like a candle Death note, put you in a grave like you dead hoe Pull up in a coupe while I am busting out the bando Playing with her heart like I'm playing on a banjo Pull out the glock, put your lights out like a candle