"If I Die Tonight" lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Mm, mm
If I die tonight, cry tonight
If I die tonight, cry tonight

Hellcat swervin', I'm speedin'
Do the whole dash, no reason
.45 on me, it's breathin'
Leave him

Where he tripped at, naw, fuck that
Where the switch at? Frrt, spin that
Flip that, get that
I'ma get my get-back, even if I—

Even if he kill me, yeah
Yeah, I know they gon' feel this
She know real niggas do real shit
I know your baby mama feel this

Shit, if I die tonight
Yeah, they know I ain't go out like no bitch, it was shots fired
Dead homies, I miss all the dogs like we Ruff Ryders
They can plot, they can try, but they can't divide us
I'm a message sent from God like I'm Hermes
Buy my bitch a Hermès, Birkin all her purse sizes
If I cheat and you leave me, it's gon' hurt mine
If I let the streets do me greezy, it's gon' hurt mine

I see death comin' from a mile away
It's only a smile away, I'm only a dial away
If Heaven had a phone, I would call and say
I miss y'all, but I had to go find a way
Ay

They know I'ma shine, I got wings on my aura
Tings in my foreign
Bad bitches on them jet-skis out in Florida
I just went to negative degrees on my water
And I tote my own strap, ain't gotta shoot for me

If I die tonight
Don't cry tonight
If I die tonight (If I die tonight)
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight (Oh-woah-woah, if I die tonight)
If I die tonight (I), don't cry tonight (Don't cry tonight)

Ask me why I'm thuggin', I can't even give you an answer
Baby, life been hard on me since I been in Pampers
I be with the steppers, the shooters, the stampers
I be with the robbers, the looters, the trappers
'Fore I'm a baller, a business, a rapper
I was a rocker, a roller, a scrapper
Hand-me-down spin, but I'm comin' trim, dapper
If I make her grin, she gon' give me trim after
I be in and out, they never see me, I'm like Casper
And your bitch stuck to my dick like a catheter
She like hoes too, she a race car backwards
And I get her wetter than a natural disaster

Yeah, thousand bad bitches at my funeral
Yeah
Don Julio, I'm still a foolio
Yeah, for all them long nights in that studio
Been fuckin' all them hoes in the Mykonos

I can smell the hookah smoke
They ain't gon' know who to smoke
Yeah, just know they ain't gon' play about lil' Poodie, though (Yeah)
Real eye-busters, real shooters, though (Yeah)
Duke and Gonzaga, real shooters, though

If I die tonight, don't cry tonight
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight (If I die tonight, oh-woah-woah)
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight (If I)
If I die tonight, don't cry tonight