Every Dog Has His Day Video (MV)

You die, motherf*cker (Players never die)
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life (You did good, $lick)
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life (It's a smash)
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherf*cker
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherf*cker (ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)

Bitch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon
Smash her like I'm Ganondorf
All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports
F*ckboy on my dick, wants a pic, go 'head and tag the dork
Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I should've been a matador
Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip
F*ck her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it
Blanco always faded like a motherf*ckin' poke 'n stick
Ready to snatch a soul, seal your fate up with a frozen kiss
I'm smokin' bliss, turn a f*ckboy into mist
Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist
Tighten up my f*ckin' fist, Blanco never f*ckin' miss
Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach
All these crystals on my bitch
Align her chakras while we f*ckin', rearrangin' all her plumbin'
All these suckas thinkin' they stuntin', but they really just lames
Spittin' out flames, bitch, I bang Grey
59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried
I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high
All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie
Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin' out the sky

F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherf*cker

Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it
Yung Slick walkin' coma as I smoke the marijuana
It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch, "Wait"
Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'
Glock grippin', pop a clip in, have your mind spinnin'
Spine bendin', bloody linens in your mom kitchen
Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lendin'
Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile
Tell a ho to hit them knees and let me f*ck her brain tissue
I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still I can't miss you
Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you
Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers
I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker
"Last offer", hear the Devil talkin' to me often
F*ck a coffin, when I die just burn me in a foreign
Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under
You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer
Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble

F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
F*ck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherf*cker
F*ck that