YOU COULD DIE TOMORROW Video (MV)

One shot, two shot, three shot, four
If I take eight shots, I'ma end up in the floor
Five shot, six shot, two shots more
If I drink another drop, I ain't gon' make it out the door
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
If I take eight shots, I'ma end up in the floor
Five shot, six shot, two shots more
If I drink another drop, I ain't gon' make it out the door
The lying truth, you ain't getting up and doing nun'
If I was you, I'd get up and f*cking do sum'
If I was you, I'd get up and f*cking face it
You ain't gonna make it lying in the bed naked
I don't want no hoes on my phone texting me lies 'bout some f*ck shit
I'm too grown for that life
And I keep my DND turned on, yeah, that's true
Who just hit me up, I wish it was you
We were kids when we met, I looked at you and you took my breath
Now to me inside my brain you are dead
I still visit your grave frequently
When life was just flying by me so easily
And thank you for never leaving me
See, I was blindsided by the sky, I couldn't see that much
My cousin the only motherf*cker that I trust
We locked in for life and not because he my blood
He just never put the knife inside my back leaving cuts
I'm in the four-door Lexus
Talking to Alexa
Baddie beside me with ass fatter than Texas
I'm a businessman, not a lot of people get to shake my hand
I'ma choke your ass to f*cking death with 80 rubber bands
Grinding up the weed, feeling like some motherf*cking sand
I'ma smoke a bowl of it, now I'm like, damn
I don't really give a shit about this fake-ass joy
But now I'm here again, drinking with the boys, it go like
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
If I take eight shots, I'ma end up in the floor
Five shot, six shot, two shots more
If I drink another drop, I ain't gon' make it out the door
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
If I take eight shots, I'ma end up in the floor
Five shot, six shot, two shots more
If I drink another drop, I ain't gon' make it out the door
If I drink another drop, shit's gon' turn sideways
And I don't even drink like that, but life's a highway, so
Pour me up one, and that's enough
I ain't with the fitting in the crowds, I call your bluffs, lil' bitch
I was never one for parties with the jocks and hotties
Each like fifty bodies, hoe, you're wasted, where the f*ck your car keys?
Try and f*cking stop me, the kamikaze cannot be copied
In the lobby with my friend, looking like a Nazi with that stache
Boy, I think you need to get that shit trimmed
All these boys got the cars, but they don't got the rims
I don't understand a word you say, you sounding like Sims
In the park, creating art at 11 PM
I don't waste a breath of air or a second of light
I'ma use all I got just to make shit shine
'Cause you never know the day that you can lose your life
You can wake up to the gun to your head and just die