Kiss of Death (feat. Michael Pyro)

I'm bout to run up a check F*ck that pussy put a noose on his neck Since a youngin I been tryna invest Double or nothing, I want nothing less My bitches bad like Kitana Asian bitches to the ones in Bahamas Big drugs got me feeling like Pharma Ain't talking no actin, run up with the drama If I had a dime for every time I prayed to God I could probably afford to not have to work at this job Because I'm so fucking tired I been losing my drive I just lost a couple friends cause it's so hard to survive Damn Stepping on snakes in the grass But I never step away from the gas Get to stepping if you ain't gettin' cash Cause to me you just a step in my path You ain't gone pass me cause you too slow You taking a L and it ain't on the low You turned your back and now what do you know You tried to shoot me now you missing a toe But If I had a dime for every time I prayed to God I could probably afford to not have to work at this job Because I'm so fucking tired I been losing my drive I just lost a couple friends cause it's so hard to survive Damn I'm bout to run up a check F*ck that pussy put a noose on his neck Since a youngin I been tryna invest Double or nothing, I want nothing less My bitches bad like Kitana Asian bitches to the ones in Bahamas Big drugs got me feeling like Pharma Ain't talking no actin, run up with the drama Tha Label Tha Label with cash on the table I'm good on the syrup, no waffles, no maple F*ck an apology, mule, and some acres Talking bout cash we can link like a cable Young nigga, Young Tizzle ain't tellin no fables She wet like a storm Hair is silver like sable And I'm able To enter them guts every day, every night Tryna walk off the stage to a flight G5 I prefer when I'm fly in the sky Take a puff and get high its a vibe Mesmerized how our bodies align My tongue and her pussy collide She a fiend for the dick when I whip out the coke She hop on the pipe and then ride I climb up the pussy, I slide But I try, what you do foo To keep it professional Run up the decimals Turned in to dividends Ate all my vegetables Gucci my sheets, Gucci my sectionals Fenty her feet, she keep it combustible Famly run deep, just call me a Huxtable Love me a freak, so succulent imma just Pull me a fan, starstruck so apologies aye I'm bout to run up a check F*ck that pussy put a noose on his neck Since a youngin I been tryna invest Double or nothing, I want nothing less My bitches bad like Kitana Asian bitches to the ones in Bahamas Big drugs got me feeling like Phrama Aint talking no actin, run up with the drama If I had a dime for every time I prayed to God I could probably afford to not have to work at this job Because I'm so fucking tired I been losing my drive I just lost a couple friends cause it's so hard to survive Damn