[Lyric] Do Or Die (Luighy)

I ain't ever had a thing
Pull up and snatch your chain
Tryna' whip out the Range (Rover)
If you ain't down it's game (Over)
Shawty' gon' shout my name
Chasin' the clout and fame
Haters gon' doubt my name (Over)
Over the shit I say
(Ay) Seen that she was on a mission
Tell that bitch get out my mentions
She got the wrong intentions
Burnin' Mary like a incense
She was a silly fan
With a bitchy man
Soon or later shit done hit the ceiling fan
Now I'm plottin' on these fuckin' milly's man
And I'm prayin' that this shit don't kill me fam uh uh
Makin' the music is what we love doin'
It's what we pursuin'
It's do or die
Wait who the fck passed you the mic?
Ion' know
Here It go
Met that btch like a year ago
And she said I got the weirdest flow
Stay hatin'
Ima' stay patient
'Cause I've been knowin' ima' really blow
(Ay huh)
Let me just take this shit back
Sit back and relax
I gotta' get me a plaque with platinum stats
I gotta' stack up the racks
I keep the racks in the bag
I put the bag in the truck
But don't give a fck
They just keep testin' my luck
I gotta' run this shit up
I play for the bucks
But I'm not talkin' 'bout Giannis
Let me be honest
I swear my flow is the hottest
I'm not bein' modest but this is the truth
I'm tryna' hop out the coupe
From money I made in the booth
Tryna get stars on the roof
From songs that I made In my room
I got this shit out the womb
Started this shit back in June
Wait actually May
Back then was way too afraid
Now I'm just droppin' these tapes
Put food on my plate (Yuh)
Uh, put food on my plate
I ain't ever had a thing
Pull up and snatch your chain
Tryna' whip out the Range (Rover)
If you ain't down it's game (Over)
Shawty' gon' shout my name
Chasin' the clout and fame
Haters gon' doubt my name (Over)
Over the shit I say
I ain't ever had a thing
Pull up and snatch your chain
Tryna' whip out the Range (Rover)
If you ain't down it's game (Over)
Shawty' gon' shout my name
Chasin' the clout and fame
Haters gon' doubt my name (Over)
Over the shit I say
Playin' these instruments makin' me Benjamins
That's how it go for real yuh
Tryna hop out in every single picture big smilin' in golden grills yeah
I need a golden girl yeah
I ain't gon' hold you girl yeah
We could slide back to the crib
And baby i could show you a whole new world yeah
(This music shit is do or die)
(We either make it..)
(Or.. There's no other option)
(We in this shit 'til the end)