[Chorus by HATECAKE] Uh, Yea I gotta' five Bullets make you drop like you fell on some ice No more on the gram cause you gon' lose your life I promise he gon' meet god by the end of the night Ight, If she text she don't know that it's Do or it’s Die Uh [Post-Chorus by HATECAKE] 40 to his head, cause he keep tellin' lies Uh, uh Heard he want beef...Learn More