Afterlief (feat. WARCRIM3)

Cutter to my throat, bitch I'll see you in the afterlife Cutter clique, shit, we got Glocks, but I'll use a knife OD on these drugs, every night I gamble with my life That boy talkin' crazy, spin his block in the dead of night That's real funny, I don't even got my after nines Remember smellin' percs yeah I was snortin hella lines Thinkin' bout this girl everyday, man she hella fine Put them diamonds on my watch, just so I can freeze the time We can play all day, but my money where I draw the line Smokin' on that pack, I been smokin' hella pine If you my brodie, don't even worry, you know I got your spine Wanna get real rich, so I can put a bitch in designs Rappin everyday, bitch you know that I wont never stop Chase this fuckin' dream everyday, till we at the top Brodie got the iron, lookin' like his name's Robocop Prayin' for this money everyday, word to allah I'm a bad driver, f*ck a bitch, it's a hit and run I got blades everywhere, I don't even need a gun Wanna be a star one day, feelin like the sun That boy talkin' on my name, what you want, a honey bun Rappin' on these beats everyday, hopin' I get rich That bitch ask me who is rappin', know I said it's cutter clique Waitin' for them days when everybody ask for pics Right now they don't know our name, but they will when we rich Bitch we gettin' rich That bitch say she hungry, told her come and eat the dick Wanna icy wrist, need to get some cash, so I can go and ice my bitch Wanna ice my bitch Wanna ice my wrist Wanna ice my bitch Wanna ice my wrist Afterlife bitch this cutter will, send you up to heaven Yeah I'm finna cut your body, on some fuckin' crash shit Yeah I'm smokin' on this pack, and it's so refreshing All these fuckin' sins, had to give my momma blessing Yeah we came from hard times, had to learn a lesson Don't be dissin' all up on this click unless you really steppin' Yeah me and Panic, we like a lethal weapon Got my Beretta 92, and my fuckin Smith & Wesson We gon' send em to the afterlife, so they don't stress about what motherfuckers set they reppin Yeah, don't even question Yeah I keep this cutter in my pocket, and I keep a peace If you lurkin' on my game, I'ma murk you on the street Like triple six delete, yeah I always keep a beat