DEATH BY DESIGN lyrics

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

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Money going up, up, up, best believe I’m getting paper
f*ck a b*tch, I’ll treat a b*tch like a f*ckin' 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 sh*t like gamma theta
Can't you f*ckin' tell?
Know somen*ggas 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 sh*t, now I move big weight, leveled up my clientele
Ain’t finna sell my soul for no check, don’t know what that sh*t entail
She wanna meet in the back of the tonka, finna get railed
Yea, yea, know she want it, aw
Yea, where the f*ck is my opponent, aw
Imma keep chasing that bag, n*ggas 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