You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
You niggas fan too afraid of me
Switches on my glocks
They kickin' heat like we in Miami
I been feelin' so cold, no I do not feel a thing
Take a sip, I pour the four
Fiends be knockin' at my door
Only brown shit, want no snow
Niggas pussy, want no smoke
Finna' light his ass up
Seen his Grandma cryin' at his stone
Said you wanna' lead the gang
You gon' knock me off my throne?!
You know I always keep my 40
He don't ever take days off
Shootin' Stephen Curry numbers
Homicides all across the board
The way this dog food hittin
Got these niggas runnin' around like zombie hordes
Bitches be askin' for too much
And suck my dick just like a whore
You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
Ecstasy, put her on her knees
Yellow tape and white chalk
It's time to clear the scene
Where the f*ck I put my RP's?
She sucked me up
Now she expectin' all her drugs to be free
Get away from me
We the number one sinners
I pray that you get the picture
I text my eater, I miss her
This Draco wood give me splinters
He a bitch and he know it
This cooling kit, I'ma tote it
You know 1SiX having motion
Big double cups, purple potion
My bitch get wet as the ocean
I make one call, it's a notion
It gon' be big costra nostra
I bet this 50 expose him
You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
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You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
You niggas fan too afraid of me
Switches on my glocks
They kickin' heat like we in Miami
I been feelin' so cold, no I do not feel a thing
Take a sip, I pour the four
Fiends be knockin' at my door
Only brown shit, want no snow
Niggas pussy, want no smoke
Finna' light his ass up
Seen his Grandma cryin' at his stone
Said you wanna' lead the gang
You gon' knock me off my throne?!
You know I always keep my 40
He don't ever take days off
Shootin' Stephen Curry numbers
Homicides all across the board
The way this dog food hittin
Got these niggas runnin' around like zombie hordes
Bitches be askin' for too much
And suck my dick just like a whore
You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
Ecstasy, put her on her knees
Yellow tape and white chalk
It's time to clear the scene
Where the f*ck I put my RP's?
She sucked me up
Now she expectin' all her drugs to be free
Get away from me
We the number one sinners
I pray that you get the picture
I text my eater, I miss her
This Draco wood give me splinters
He a bitch and he know it
This cooling kit, I'ma tote it
You know 1SiX having motion
Big double cups, purple potion
My bitch get wet as the ocean
I make one call, it's a notion
It gon' be big costra nostra
I bet this 50 expose him
You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
You niggas fan too afraid of me
Switches on my glocks
They kickin' heat like we in Miami
I been feelin' so cold, no I do not feel a thing
Take a sip, I pour the four
Fiends be knockin' at my door
Only brown shit, want no snow
Niggas pussy, want no smoke
Finna' light his ass up
Seen his Grandma cryin' at his stone
Said you wanna' lead the gang
You gon' knock me off my throne?!
You know I always keep my 40
He don't ever take days off
Shootin' Stephen Curry numbers
Homicides all across the board
The way this dog food hittin
Got these niggas runnin' around like zombie hordes
Bitches be askin' for too much
And suck my dick just like a whore
You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
R-I-P
Ecstasy, put her on her knees
Yellow tape and white chalk
It's time to clear the scene
Where the f*ck I put my RP's?
She sucked me up
Now she expectin' all her drugs to be free
Get away from me
We the number one sinners
I pray that you get the picture
I text my eater, I miss her
This Draco wood give me splinters
He a bitch and he know it
This cooling kit, I'ma tote it
You know 1SiX having motion
Big double cups, purple potion
My bitch get wet as the ocean
I make one call, it's a notion
It gon' be big costra nostra
I bet this 50 expose him
You can't hide, you can't run away
My demons ridin', they don't hesitate
Poppin' pills but this not ecstasy
Choose this life then you gon' R-I-P
Writer: 1SiX Jefę, 1SiX Quagen
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Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid