Waitin' For My Death

Waitin' for my death, while I count some tens

Shawty layin' on my chest in the back of the Benz

I can see you fakin', why you playin' pretend?

I don't even know you, but you act like we're friends?

She ain’t gonna meet another one like me

Puts you to the ground while you kept walkin'

Yeah, it say "Gucci" on my plain white tee

That's a grown man flex, stop playin' with me