Last Chance Lyrics

Yo yo yo yo

My man Whitty

Get up, wake up

It's time for the bag

I want some more

She shaking that ass

Roll up a blunt

She suck while I drag

Wax on and off

The pen to the pad

Ain't shit funny when I bust my gat

Ain't shit funny motherfucker don't laugh

Wrist on ten, bust down on the pack

Make a bitch flip, turn tricks on the avenue

Y'all ain't tryna get a motherfucker started

Barretta leave holes where the heart is

You wet up

Now your momma sayin' sorry

Come outside

They won't even find your body

Last chance for one last dance

With a fat gram and a few Xans

Cause a masked man

Got your address

And a ratchet

With your motherfucking name on it

I'm a sing on it

When I'm at your funeral

When the reaper come up on you

And collect the numerals

Turn your ass into dust

No, it ain't unusual

In it's own damn way

I think death is beautiful

Thinkin' you can run

Must be delusional

Thinkin' you can hide

You a fuckin' foolish dude

With the whole squad

And they fuckin' Looney Tunes

All these guns sound like a fuckin' musical

Ay man pull up on that motherfucker right there

I think I know that motherfucker

Is that him

Yeah that's him

That's the motherfucker we been lookin' for

Come on

Wait a minute

I got to get my clip ready

It's on now

We gone end your life

It's on now

Pull up on your wife

Go ahead fuckboy

Go and roll them dice

You best just know, you playin' with your life

It's on now

We gone end your life

It's on now

Pull up on your wife

Go ahead fuckboy

Go and roll them dice

You best just know, you playin' with your life

It's the most sadistic, ritualistic

Killer to get up on the mic

And spit shit

My bitch like her wrist slit

It's capitalistic

My intent, you can sit and spin

On this dick

Lace up my black docs

I'm a stomp on a cop

Y'all fuckers don't want this smoke

I'm the real fuckin' opps

Yeah it's Opera

Classic, laid back like a mobster

Matte black pack

Where I lay my chopper

AK-47 like a child adopted

Shut your fuckin' mouth

Before I leave your kids foster

Never killed a man but it's always an option

Shooter payment plans got the nicest coffins

Posted in a van with a vial of soft shit

Green got me slow but the vibe is still lit

Trip a little bit through the bedroom doorway

Both fucked up so we skip the foreplay