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