"IfHeDies,HeDies" lyrics

Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat
Stop it, stop it
Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat
Stop it, stop it
Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat
Stop it, stop it
Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat boy

Caught him by the lawn, so we had to break his bones
I don't really give a fuck if I ever do make it home
Called up (Called up) on the phone, tell him what he need to know
Everything I need is wrapped in the Backwood roll
I done peeped the competition, I'm fine
I could never drop some shit again and still be the best of all time
Got your ego online, slap you up in real life
One night with BONES, that's what death feels like (Like)

Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat
Stop it, stop it
Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat
Stop it, stop it
Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat
Stop it, stop it
Beat down, pussy, get your ass beat boy

Lift up my knife every knock on the door
I never did wanna go anywhere though
I never did wanna do anything other than flow
Cash, body bags
Self-hate to the ceiling
I'd debate every feeling, feeling