Tombstone (No Hook) lyrics

[Intro]
Fatt, Fatt, Fatt
I’m on the road (On the road)
Tombstone, Aye, Fatt

[Verse]
If i OD today, could i wake up tomorrow? (Tomorrow)
I did it myself, i ain’t have to bargain sh*t or borrow (Borrow)
Pimping in my blood, so how the hell i get my heart broke?
Riding with this switchy police stop us, bro, i ain’t pulling over
Grandma said you weren’t the one for me, and i should leave you ‘lone
But every time you leave my heart, girl, find an absence, pull me close
Bae, we can’t be fighting, I’m tryna drive, i gotta fully on me
I find out that b*tch, was for the streets and left her on the road
Two, three b*tches lеave the club with me, aftеr i do a show
b*tch, you know, i gave you everything, so how you do me wrong?
f*ck that dead b*tch, i take a sh*t up on his Tombstone (Tombstone)
I wish God, bring that n*gga back so we get ‘em gone, again
I went Cartier for lens, wash the perky down with Hen
Wake up, do that sh*t again
If it’s war I’m callin' out my man, like “let’s load up and spin” (Yeah)
We shoot up the f*ckin’ hospital, if i find out he live
Posted with a Draco, up in Clacko like this where i live
I love you to death, you try to set me up and get me killed
I don’t understand you anymore, i don’t know who you is?
Twitching, moving, itching off these pills, I cannot be still
Try to make it out with that pus*y, and you still in Mobile
I’m in LA in the hills, talking to the label, “tell them if i sign, i need a Mill’”
And that’s right out the gate, if this rap sh*t never blow, i still be thumbing through this pap (Pap)
I’m so sorry, the time don’t tick up on this watch, that’s why I’m late (Late)
Told my mama that i got her, she “forever gonna be straight” (Straight)
n*ggas say they want me dead, but I be outside everyday
Wait, i know n*ggas faking, hating, i know gonna be a day they play
I throw this mic away, I’m so fed up, with y’all di*k riding, like, damn, you n*ggas gay
I’m so fed up with my old b*tch, that’s why she got replaced
He got wet up with that old stick, we threw that’s b*tch away
When you die, boy, I’m gon’ finally have a smile up on my face
Every time i don’t listen to my n*ggas, they be right (On, God), but I’m loving you, i f*ck with you
I need you for the night (On, God), you hit me and i don’t pick up, I’m gon’ reply (Reply)
I can’t lie, i really tried, but i couldn’t put aside your lies (Lies)
I stay high ‘cause that’s the only way, i know to ease my mind (Mind)
One hand on the wheel, i clutch that Glock and Yawno while i ride
Like, the more i live, the more that i feel dead all up inside
Should’ve knew you couldn’t be trusted, like, i trust all of my guys
Uh, cuffing season over, i got hoes in summertime (Summertime)
All these rappers from city, keep stealing my rhymes (Ryhmes)
Taker her shopping, but this b*tch is not hoe, she just a vibe (Vibe)
Bro got dead opps in the mail, he said “that zaza come in friday”
It’s a presidential Rollie, b*tch, my wrist look like Joe Biden
Broke ass n*ggas got no money, know, they probably wanna slime me (Slime)
Anybody hurt the artist, all my n*ggas gonna be sliding (Slide)
I’m somebody, either, first class or a private when I’m flying (Fly, Fly)