Lyrics
Fall into the void
I wish I could save you
But all my hope's destroyed
And I run from the real truth
Let me go if you want to make it out
I don't wanna die alone
I don't know if you want to waste your breath
I don't wanna die alone
Forgive me Lord for all the times that Red Cross picked 'em up
Them .308s, they hella fast like, "Pfft," they picked 'em up
Lil Brodie, them niggas got my back, he know I got his front
I show young niggas three hundred cash, fuck boy, just call my bluff
M-O-M's, some type of helicopters gon' have to pick 'em up
Get your mans, nah, that ain't enough, we gon' kill his cuz
Then we finna kill his kids, we kill my dawg, they fiend for blood
Yeah, you know we stand on business, shit is just war to us
Brodie fiendin' for that blood like he a vampire
He 'bout got my jaw lockin' like I'm talkin' to the damn Warriors
Valentino skates and Casablanca rockin'
Wiggle rock the Drake, he don't even watch, that nigga out of pocket
Survive the war, supply the beef and drop a dozen
I'm on a pound, a couple homies down, but I use Percs to numb it
I ride around on my side of the town, I know niggas ain't huntin'
Attach the button, click the switch
Race to the right, the bitch the dumbest
Oh wait (Oh wait)
Oh wait, I do a shoot, that nigga bitch scream, "Oh wait" (Oh wait)
You ever shot a nigga? (You ever shot a nigga?)
He bled out, couldn't see the dot, the nigga (Couldn't see the dot)
I love when we get the drop, we see the house of niggas
We slide, slide, slide (Slide)
We a killer, killer, killer (Killer)
Tell my brother suit and tie (Suit and tie)
He give a nigga zippers (Zippers)
Why they callin' Ryan down?
Crop the nigga out the picture
He went seventy-five thousand on the chain from the M
Forgive me Lord for all the times that Red Cross picked 'em up
Them .308s, they hella fast like, "Pfft," they picked 'em up
Lil Brodie, them niggas got my back, he know I got his front
I show young niggas three hundred cash, fuck boy, just call my bluff
M-O-M's, some type of helicopters gon' have to pick 'em up
Get your mans, nah, that ain't enough, we gon' kill his cuz
Then we finna kill his kids, we kill my dawg, they fiend for blood
Yeah, you know we stand on business, shit is just war to us
Fall into the void
I wish I could save you
But all my hope's destroyed
And I run from the real truth
Let me go if you want to make it out
I wish I could save you
But all my hope's destroyed
And I run from the real truth
Let me go if you want to make it out
I don't wanna die alone
I don't know if you want to waste your breath
I don't wanna die alone
Forgive me Lord for all the times that Red Cross picked 'em up
Them .308s, they hella fast like, "Pfft," they picked 'em up
Lil Brodie, them niggas got my back, he know I got his front
I show young niggas three hundred cash, fuck boy, just call my bluff
M-O-M's, some type of helicopters gon' have to pick 'em up
Get your mans, nah, that ain't enough, we gon' kill his cuz
Then we finna kill his kids, we kill my dawg, they fiend for blood
Yeah, you know we stand on business, shit is just war to us
Brodie fiendin' for that blood like he a vampire
He 'bout got my jaw lockin' like I'm talkin' to the damn Warriors
Valentino skates and Casablanca rockin'
Wiggle rock the Drake, he don't even watch, that nigga out of pocket
Survive the war, supply the beef and drop a dozen
I'm on a pound, a couple homies down, but I use Percs to numb it
I ride around on my side of the town, I know niggas ain't huntin'
Attach the button, click the switch
Race to the right, the bitch the dumbest
Oh wait (Oh wait)
Oh wait, I do a shoot, that nigga bitch scream, "Oh wait" (Oh wait)
You ever shot a nigga? (You ever shot a nigga?)
He bled out, couldn't see the dot, the nigga (Couldn't see the dot)
I love when we get the drop, we see the house of niggas
We slide, slide, slide (Slide)
We a killer, killer, killer (Killer)
Tell my brother suit and tie (Suit and tie)
He give a nigga zippers (Zippers)
Why they callin' Ryan down?
Crop the nigga out the picture
He went seventy-five thousand on the chain from the M
Forgive me Lord for all the times that Red Cross picked 'em up
Them .308s, they hella fast like, "Pfft," they picked 'em up
Lil Brodie, them niggas got my back, he know I got his front
I show young niggas three hundred cash, fuck boy, just call my bluff
M-O-M's, some type of helicopters gon' have to pick 'em up
Get your mans, nah, that ain't enough, we gon' kill his cuz
Then we finna kill his kids, we kill my dawg, they fiend for blood
Yeah, you know we stand on business, shit is just war to us
Fall into the void
I wish I could save you
But all my hope's destroyed
And I run from the real truth
Let me go if you want to make it out