Deathwish

[Intro]
(What you doing, Izak?)

[Hook]
Just dove in, it’s my first day here bitch, scuba dive
I ain’t work a day in my life like Google Drive (uh-huh)
She ain’t used to kickin it wit dubs, like two’s a dime
Three’s a party, four too much, five too much
Six too much, kiss the dust
2020 no parole, bitch I’m locked in (Yeah, yeah)
And I’m still top ten, smash in the telly

[Verse]
Pickin up lingo from jits and they caskets are ready, the burial happened already
Bitch you a spaz, I’m for really, I’m passin em out like they air is restricting, otay
Cage match, juug pack
Black mask, minivan
Chrome brace round my fucking neck
I wasn’t joking wit em, I ain’t talking decks
Chalkin their bodies like hopscotch
That ting a catty, she hot box
Vercetti, she call me a Rockstar
Spaghetti, I’m twisting my knots up
My mandem, they pockets on pasta
I been in the 908
Puerto Rican hero, had to hide my cape
Paparazzi near em, had to relocate
Got my feet on the brake
Work too hard for these odee hoes that don’t throw that cake, that’s facts (That's facts, that's facts)
Running on empty, I done ran from the opps, I might have to dye my braids, uh-huh
Come in with a semi, I done ran my wrist in the waterfall, try my bait, come get it, huh
Had to block her like a Jenny, man I can’t be wit a jawn that got me double texting, two times
Yeah, I need a Urus, you got a deathwish
I got insurance, you get my presence
Kiss my ass, natural selection
Profit Plus eight sideways, I’m talking forever
I keep it warm in the winter, no sweaters
Yeah she a foreign, but she don’t know better
I’m talking racecar, hop in that rental
Yeah, robbin your mans from the gravestone
I came from the ground to count pesos
I know mans that would switch on me, access my PIN and go ape mode
Bitch I got BINs
You don’t got methods, you barely got friends
I'm on that jet and we just dove in

[Hook]
It’s my first day here bitch, scuba dive
I ain’t work a day in my life like Google Drive, uh-huh
She ain’t used to kickin it wit dubs, like two’s a dime
Three’s a party, four too much, five too much
Six too much, kiss the dust
2020 no parole, bitch I’m locked in (Yeah, yeah!)
And I’m still top ten, huh, yeah (Okay!)
(Yeah)