You won’t respawn lyrics

[Intro]
Wubz, you killed this sh*t my boy
[?]

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, iced out wrist
Take yo b*tch with my iPhone 6
f*ck with the gang, I got the stick
With the drum money, it go bli bli bli
Aye, f*ck with a n*gga, f*ck with a n*gga, what
He gon' die from a n*gga, die from a n*gga, yeah
Aye, f*ck with a n*gga, f*ck with a n*gga, what
He gon' die from a n*gga, die from a n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Flexin', move on to the next b*tch
Two Glocks, two hands ambidextrous
Iced out, bust down on my necklace
Talk sh*t, but we finna get wreckless
Stackin' my chips, loadin' the clip
Roll down the window and shoot out the whip
Roll it back up, don't give a f*ck
My ex told me back n*gga, ain't that sh*t rough
You ain't with the sh*t cuz you b*tch made
Yeah I'm in the cut, like a switchblade
Steal sh*t, and shoot n*ggas look D-way
Shoot off yo sides, like a dry fade