Music: Yaya Berete/Mikhail Cherepanov/Alexey Silin
[Chorus]
My niggas gon' die ’bout them digits
I got a glizzy no safety
I gotta keep mine with me
How can I listen to gimmiks
I'm shootin' for heads and fitteds
Play with me you go missin’
Chopper sing, sing, singin'
If I get caught I ain't singin'
Bring a pack through the mail
I was servin' dope no scale
Niggas with me tryna kill
'Cause it's just how I feel
Angels tellin' me to chill
Diamonds tellin’ me to chill
Demons tellin’ me to kill
When we slide around they ain't there
My life was crazy
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
These niggas don’t faze me
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Drank in my kidney
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Streets drive me crazy
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
[Verse]
I can mind you niggas, I'm flier than niggas
Spend racks on drugs, I'm higher than niggas
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
And we steady, shh, mind your business
Everybody here get money, baby
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Came from rags to riches, baddest bitches
Bag of money, bag of bodies
I did a lot just to turn to an artist
Play with me nigga get pushed to where you started
Whole lot of rats, and whole lot of fakes
Friends don't know what to do with this
Shorty know she bad alright, alright but I ain’t new to this
[Chorus]
My niggas gon' die 'bout them digits
I got a glizzy no safety
I gotta keep mine with me
How can I listen to gimmiks
I'm shootin' for heads and fitteds
Play with me you go missin'
Chopper sing, sing, singin'
If I get caught I ain't singin'
Bring a pack through the mail
I was servin' dope no scale
Niggas with me tryna kill
'Cause it's just how I feel
Angels tellin' me to chill
Diamonds tellin' me to chill
Demons tellin' me to kill
When we slide around they ain't there