Suicide Video (MV)

Now or never nigga do or die
My brother told me its just you and I
When Im ballin hard make sure my shoes are tied
They gon run this shit back like a suicide
Run this shit back
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Now or never nigga do or die
My brother told me its just you and I
When Im ballin hard make sure my shoes are tied
They gon run this shit back like a suicide
Run this shit back
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Young nigga with the stack from the truckload
Im tired as f*ck on the interstate slidin
Im tryna stay up tho
Ima go hit the road I cannot see my bucks low
Transport ima keep it a buck tho
Trap bands racked up on the worst day
Trap beating hard like its chipotle
Im in the stu bouta spit Im rehearsing
Bad bitch on my body she thirsty
Tried to curse me but I had to reverse it
Lead showers, Ima disperse it
I got the heat so come get you a verse quick
I got a P ima sell you the first zip
Im on the block that's where I sold my first nick
Im on the block that's where I hit my first lick
Charge it to the game with no reimbursement
If I record a track you know that Im dropping it
You cant tell me bout no weed ima botanist
Ima plant the seeds you know that Im cropping it
Man with the plan and aint no stopping it
Bout to drop the bands aint no window shopping it
Im already fresh on my way to cop some shit
New Gabbana kicks they match my Givinchy shit
Now or never nigga do or die
My brother told me its just you and I
When Im ballin hard make sure my shoes are tied
They gon run this shit back like a suicide
Run this shit back
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Now or never nigga do or die
My brother told me its just you and I
When Im ballin hard make sure my shoes are tied
They gon run this shit back like a suicide
Run this shit back
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Now or never nigga do or die
My brother told me its just you and I
When Im ballin hard make sure my shoes are tied
They gon run this shit back like a suicide
Run this shit back
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Yeah
I got bags I serve gas I come thru and slide
Cashavelli steady ballin nigga
I cant go to sleep that money callin nigga
I be cookin up while yall stallin nigga
And I stand up for the fallen niggas
Im inebriated thru the f*ckery
If you was inebriated you would f*ck with me
I ride the 7 series that's a luxury
And Ima pull up on you niggas comfortably (Yeah)
Pull up on em let em have this
I need a brand new matte black brabus
(I need that)
Naked bitches in a palace
Grab the weed and light the challis
I been told you I don't need a stylist
Money grown you niggas childish
Broke niggas be the wildest
Money grown you niggas childish
Broke niggas be the wildest
Im Cashavelli Im doing my thang
Pull up in that matte black switchin that lane
Rain drops drippin you feeling my pain
Ima keep it a stack man these niggas is lame
Touchdown with the pack run it back that's a repeat
I need six gallons of the gas from the BP
Yo bitch on my dick she act like she aint see me
NY niggas run it back play Buscemi
Tone Cold on the beat and he doing his thang
Cash on the beat so you know that's a bang
Tone Cold on the beat and he doing his thang
Cash on the beat so you know that's a bang
Tone Cold on the beat and he doing his thang
Cash on the beat so you know its a bang