Life After Death lyrics

[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Tell my momma that Grim got my back
So I ain’t worried about sh*t
Life after death on the left Rich Life
On my right I ride
I was on a mission
Said I plotted on a milli
Hope God can forgive me ten toes down, wow
You was really riding for your n*ggas since they really held it down yeah
Come rock with me baby, Come shop with me baby
All the dope boys love you and your top getting crazy
The light’s getting darker so I might not make it
Boy I’m sipping on a (?) with a b*tch in the vacant
She can feel she made a (?)
So I had to undertake her
Creep her like an undertaker
Reaching for a shot so if I pop I gotta make it
And this b*tch ain’t seeing blue hundreds
And this b*tch ain't getting naked
Real getting money
n*ggas running up a check, baby what’s up

[Verse 2: Danny Towers]
I’m just wondering why
n*ggas talk like my b*tch do
I’m a big dog lil n*gga you a sh*tzu
You a flip flock, big job, no pistol
n*ggas selling rock they depend on the crystal
But I’m still the same lil n*gga from the block
Only thing changed is the name of my watch
Big face rolly it don't ever tick tock
Big dope in my sock, n*ggas know how I rock
I just spent my last dime on you
sh*t I would’ve done a dime for you
f*ck that man I would’ve done life
So I held my gun tight just in case I had to ride for you
Die for you
So I got the coke and the lean and I mixed it
Cost 15 for the jeans and I ripped them
Trynna ride me that don’t seem realistic
You can feel the heat from the beam of the ripstick