DEAD TIL THE SUN OUT

Lyrics
[Chorus] I'm on the way, I got some bitches thats countin' on me (Uhh) Take my flight to LA, empty that bitch then I come out the bank (Uhh) I'm really posted up, aimin' at a bitch through a rifle Take your whole life out, man I have gas on the top floor In your timezone, 'cause I'm walkin' in never time out Bet he won't throw it up, had to put a little bitch in timeout [Verse] Yeah I brung a little bitch just to wear him out, big long end, I'm gon' fry him out Pull up to the Dover Street Market, to get something up, then I'm right out Big ass bimmer engine roarin', collect the green for my ridе out Takin' that night out, takin' your lights out Talkin' shit then we bustin' your lights out Smokin' hella dopе in the hideout, with a Kel-Tec now a nigga hidin' out Nigga frontin' all the plugs outside now, with the four of us finna come out Got the mud on me still ain't comin' out, and a Minute-Maid bitch I be talkin' 'bout Breakin' down your door, like I'm Ferris, never come out [Bridge] Dead 'til the sun out, this time we gon' run down Nigga don't run now, we finna have fun now The trap is a full house, I'm stackin' my funds now And I'm finna thumb now, huntin' for chicken, that heat hit like Kung Pao Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I'm on the way, I got some bitches thats countin' on me(Uhh) Take my flight to LA, empty that bitch then I come out the bank(Uhh) I'm really posted up, aimin' at a bitch through a rifle Take your whole life out, man I have gas on the top floor In your timezone, 'cause I'm walkin' in never time out Bet he won't throw it up, had to put a little bitch in timeout [Outro] Yeah(yeah)
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