"Heaven Or Hell" lyrics
If I go to heaven, if I go to hell
If I hit Rodeo, if I go to jail
If I see a car, then I'm doing the dash
I could never get locked in a cell
If I'm in the mood, then I made me an M
I turn a model into my B.M
I hit my baby, she comes with a friend
I fell in love with the first DM
I go fast, race car, I get in with my facecard
.223 in the AR, two twin Glocks with a laser
My brodie from London, he carries a blade
I hope he doesn't get carried away
He's out in LA, but he's used to the rain
If I say his name, he's goin' insane
I feel like poppin' my shit, I'm in that mood tonight
I feel like poppin' some bottles and getting rude tonight
Vroom, she's on my body just like my tattoo
She said, "Where you goin'?" Bitch, I'm posted like a statue
I'm on the East Coast with my plug, mixing up plenty of drugs
I got this shit from the mud, I got this shit in my blood
I got an engine behind me, I'm in the coupe with a diam' piece
Baby, I used to be grimy; look at me now, I'm shining
When I die, send me home on a Gulfstream
Bury me up in my chrome jeans, make sure I got in my gold teeth
Momma, please don't you cry, I'm used to bein' lonely
I want you to wear all my chains and my Roli
If I go to heaven, if I go to hell
If I hit Rodeo, if I go to jail
If I see a car, then I'm doing the dash
I could never get locked in a cell
If I'm in the mood, then I made me an M
I turn a model into my B.M
I hit my baby, she comes with a friend
I fell in love with the first DM
I'm on the East Coast with my plug, mixing up plenty of drugs
I got this shit from the mud, I got this shit in my blood
I got an engine behind me, I'm in the coupe with a diam' piece
Baby, I used to be grimy; look at me now, I'm shining
If I hit Rodeo, if I go to jail
If I see a car, then I'm doing the dash
I could never get locked in a cell
If I'm in the mood, then I made me an M
I turn a model into my B.M
I hit my baby, she comes with a friend
I fell in love with the first DM
I go fast, race car, I get in with my facecard
.223 in the AR, two twin Glocks with a laser
My brodie from London, he carries a blade
I hope he doesn't get carried away
He's out in LA, but he's used to the rain
If I say his name, he's goin' insane
I feel like poppin' my shit, I'm in that mood tonight
I feel like poppin' some bottles and getting rude tonight
Vroom, she's on my body just like my tattoo
She said, "Where you goin'?" Bitch, I'm posted like a statue
I'm on the East Coast with my plug, mixing up plenty of drugs
I got this shit from the mud, I got this shit in my blood
I got an engine behind me, I'm in the coupe with a diam' piece
Baby, I used to be grimy; look at me now, I'm shining
When I die, send me home on a Gulfstream
Bury me up in my chrome jeans, make sure I got in my gold teeth
Momma, please don't you cry, I'm used to bein' lonely
I want you to wear all my chains and my Roli
If I go to heaven, if I go to hell
If I hit Rodeo, if I go to jail
If I see a car, then I'm doing the dash
I could never get locked in a cell
If I'm in the mood, then I made me an M
I turn a model into my B.M
I hit my baby, she comes with a friend
I fell in love with the first DM
I'm on the East Coast with my plug, mixing up plenty of drugs
I got this shit from the mud, I got this shit in my blood
I got an engine behind me, I'm in the coupe with a diam' piece
Baby, I used to be grimy; look at me now, I'm shining
