DEATH BY DESIGN

Everything you ever wanted, babygirl
I could put it in ya hand
You would never understand
Choppa turn him to a man
Tryna take my bands
You done lost yo mind
Better get ready
I’m like freddy with this 9
I’m in yo dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
Glock wit' a red beam
Slaying the whole team
I ain’t come for nun, gotta get mine
Slide down, death by design

[Verse]
Money going up, up, up, best believe I’m getting paper
Fuck a bitch, I’ll treat a bitch like a fuckin' hater
Hate me now but love me later
I can’t do you favors
Money be callin my line, I’ll go to war bout it like gladiator
Step on shit like gamma theta
Can't you fuckin' tell?
Know someniggas who can count that guap, but they can hardly spell
Keep that Mac, don't rock no Dell
Testing me you might just fail
I need all that, all that, like I’m Kenan, Kel
Run up on me, grab that blrrrd, imma give em hell
Stuck up in that trap so long, dope is all I smell
Sipping on that wockiana moving like a snail
Finna get busy, call up Yeat one time, he ring yo bell
Whats that odor? I mix zaza wit that YSL
Couldn't move shit, now I move big weight, leveled up my clientele
Ain’t finna sell my soul for no check, don’t know what that shit entail
She wanna meet in the back of the tonka, finna get railed
Yea, yea, know she want it, aw
Yea, where the fuck is my opponent, aw
Imma keep chasing that bag, niggas act like they don't want it
Try to take this cash? Yea, leave yo neighborhood haunted

Everything you ever wanted, babygirl
I could put it in ya hand
You would never understand
Choppa turn him to a man
Tryna take my bands
You done lost yo mind
Better get ready
I’m like freddy with this 9
I’m in yo dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
Glock wit' a red beam
Slaying the whole team
I ain’t come for nun, gotta get mine
Slide down, death by design