"Time Will Tell" lyrics

[Pif:]
Ayy

Run up a check, know I'ma flex, yeah
Breakin' the bank, breakin' they neck, haha, hey
Go play with the gang, it's Russian roulette, Gorilla Gang, hitters on deck
I'm breathin' on glass, I die 'bout respect, and I'ma die in debt
Niggas be hatin', but we get it poppin'
The drum on the Drac', pull up sweepin' and moppin', and broke not an option
You niggas be quiet, you could hear a mouse piss on cotton
And you suckas need to stop it, huh, ho, find a hobby, huh
Get you a birthday bag, but it'll turn out like, ayy, Yo Gotti's, huh
Woah, Kemosabe, huh, smokin' on exotic, huh
Fuckin' some exotic, red-dot 'em, head-shot 'em, huh
See if God got 'em, I'm fin' another body
If Craig say get 'em, bitch, I got 'em

[Don Trip:]
Yeah

Jack move
Unfortunately, you know how it go
They hate you while you here, they love you once you gone
Now everybody racin' to they phones to start mournin'
It's so much fake love that real love feel foreign
You rockin' with me, I appreciate it
At the same time, if we ain't on the same side, it ain't no need to fake it
You break our bond, you couldn't fix that shit with superglue
My family know to have a guest list at my funeral
I'd give up every dollar for a sec with Pif
So much weighin' on my heart I might need help to lift
So many demons in my past, I need an exorcist
And bein' filthy rich the only thing that's on my bucket list, on Pif

Long live Pif