Lifeline

[Chorus: GucciAK47s] Said "Baby can you hold the pistol, if behind us it’s cop cars?" I know it’s registered, they just wanna kill a pop star We be out when it’s nightfall, still don’t care for the pop charts How can I love you if I don’t know what we are Please baby, tell the feds I’m just an artist Tell them I’m harmless, they fear me regardless I’m a target, turn up and go the hardest Life on the line you know I’ll step bout all this [Verse 1: GucciAK47s] Don’t hit my line feds tap it to slap charges Don’t waste my time just get on the bed and arch it I keep my firе any minute them boys could barge in 10 million on tax margins bout you I go all in Glock burn likе arson and it roar like the exhaust kit Put that in sport mode now I’m coughing in my coffin Cemetery walls and floors thought I was Jocelyn And I’m living on the hills like Mr. Gaulden (BSN) [Chorus: GucciAK47s] Said "Baby can you hold the pistol, if behind us it’s cop cars?" I know it’s registered, they just wanna kill a pop star We be out when it’s nightfall, still don’t care for the pop charts How can I love you if I don’t know what we are Please baby, tell the feds I’m just an artist Tell them I’m harmless, they fear me regardless I’m a target, turn up and go the hardest Life on the line you know I’ll step bout all this [Verse 2: KTB Droy] They said play with the cards you dealt I quit 'cus I ain’t like my hand Everybody taking handouts but ain't put out their hand That’s your bitch for 5 years but she gon' fuck for my advance Told her I wanna fuck on the couch, like James David Vance She want Ricks, I don’t love her so I’ma get her Vans Can’t diss without repercussions, we got drums like a band Pull out 10 bands from my pocket make her take off my pants Depression kill me daily but I just do what I can Fake it 'til you make it I won life without a plan I’m in Miami with my heat not Jimmy, I’m like Bam Pull up shoot above the rim, I hop out let it blam They hit my phone said Jah ain’t make it and I cried like damn I can’t keep you around if you put it all on the cam Living my life for real I might fuck 'round delete the gram She like the butterfly doors she wanna fuck me in the Lamb’ Cabo, Turks and Caicos, fly around just for a tan [Chorus: GucciAK47s] Said "Baby can you hold the pistol, if behind us it’s cop cars?" I know it’s registered, they just wanna kill a pop star We be out when it’s nightfall, still don’t care for the pop charts How can I love you if I don’t know what we are Please baby, tell the feds I’m just an artist Tell them I’m harmless, they fear me regardless I’m a target, turn up and go the hardest Life on the line you know I’ll step bout all this