Till He's Dead - MAJ

Seven moon red blend in my system

If he keep talking like he flirting, I’ll let that .30 kiss him

Hollow tip his him head, bet nobody will miss him

Shit, I’m toxic like lead, keep shootin', nigga, 'til he dead, ha

Shoot him 'til he’s dead (Uh-huh)

Shoot him 'til he’s dead (Uh-huh)

We don’t smoke no pepper, smokin' backwoods, Trippie Redd, (Uh-huh)

If she text me in the booth (Uh-huh), I’ma leave that bitch on read (Uh-huh)

Give a fuck about your plans, bitch, I’ma tryna make these bands

Where I’m from, niggas don’t make it out alive

Count all the niggas I lost, shit, I’m 'bout to cry

Screamin' «Why?,» screamin' «Why?»

Why you didn’t take me first?

Fuckin' your bitch, she lovin' that shit, she gon' squirt, uh, uh

Dick so deep, she screamin' my name like it’s rollcall (Uh, uh)

Runnin' to the money, Sonic the Hedgehog (Yeah, yeah)

Used to be bummy, now I rock Tommy, no Abercrombie, yeah

, yeah

I shoot while you running, yeah

while she givin' me neck and I swear to God this shit feel funny, yeah

All of y’all niggas is dummies, yeah

Most of y’all niggas be fuckin' squares

Cartier shades, Dior my jacket

Long hair, I don’t fuckin' care

Seven moon red blend in my system

If he keep talking like he flirting, I’ll let that .30 kiss him

Hollow tip his him head, bet nobody will miss him

Shit, I’m toxic like lead, keep shootin', nigga, 'til he dead, ha

Shoot him 'til he’s dead (Uh-huh)

Shoot him 'til he’s dead (Uh-huh)

We don’t smoke no pepper, smokin' backwoods, Trippie Redd, (Uh-huh)

If she text me in the booth (Uh-huh), I’ma leave that bitch on read (Uh-huh)

Give a fuck about your plans, bitch, I’ma tryna make these bands