QT Tha Label - Kiss of Death (feat. Michael Pyro)

I'm bout to run up a check
Fuck that pussy put a noose on his neck
Since a youngin I been tryna invest
Double or nothing, I want nothing less
My bitches bad like Kitana
Asian bitches to the ones in Bahamas
Big drugs got me feeling like Pharma
Ain't talking no actin, run up with the drama
If I had a dime for every time I prayed to God
I could probably afford to not have to work at this job
Because I'm so fucking tired
I been losing my drive
I just lost a couple friends cause it's so hard to survive
Damn
Stepping on snakes in the grass
But I never step away from the gas
Get to stepping if you ain't gettin' cash
Cause to me you just a step in my path
You ain't gone pass me cause you too slow
You taking a L and it ain't on the low
You turned your back and now what do you know
You tried to shoot me now you missing a toe
But
If I had a dime for every time I prayed to God
I could probably afford to not have to work at this job
Because I'm so fucking tired
I been losing my drive
I just lost a couple friends cause it's so hard to survive
Damn
I'm bout to run up a check
Fuck that pussy put a noose on his neck
Since a youngin I been tryna invest
Double or nothing, I want nothing less
My bitches bad like Kitana
Asian bitches to the ones in Bahamas
Big drugs got me feeling like Pharma
Ain't talking no actin, run up with the drama
Tha Label Tha Label with cash on the table
I'm good on the syrup, no waffles, no maple
Fuck an apology, mule, and some acres
Talking bout cash we can link like a cable
Young nigga, Young Tizzle ain't tellin no fables
She wet like a storm
Hair is silver like sable
And I'm able
To enter them guts every day, every night
Tryna walk off the stage to a flight
G5 I prefer when I'm fly in the sky
Take a puff and get high its a vibe
Mesmerized how our bodies align
My tongue and her pussy collide
She a fiend for the dick when I whip out the coke
She hop on the pipe and then ride
I climb up the pussy, I slide
But I try, what you do foo
To keep it professional
Run up the decimals
Turned in to dividends
Ate all my vegetables
Gucci my sheets, Gucci my sectionals
Fenty her feet, she keep it combustible
Famly run deep, just call me a Huxtable
Love me a freak, so succulent imma just
Pull me a fan, starstruck so apologies aye
I'm bout to run up a check
Fuck that pussy put a noose on his neck
Since a youngin I been tryna invest
Double or nothing, I want nothing less
My bitches bad like Kitana
Asian bitches to the ones in Bahamas
Big drugs got me feeling like Phrama
Aint talking no actin, run up with the drama
If I had a dime for every time I prayed to God
I could probably afford to not have to work at this job
Because I'm so fucking tired
I been losing my drive
I just lost a couple friends cause it's so hard to survive
Damn

Written by:
Michael Pruden, Quenton Harper

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