[Lyric] Purple Tombstone (Do Over Don't)

[Intro: Fellz]
Give me bread he gon’ die on demand
I ride by send him up to his mans
We pull up to the party we ain’t come to party I won’t even shake any hands

[Chorus: Stickz]
Headshot if he tryna play mine guarantee Imma die ‘bout my nigga
(my nigga my nigga)
Ten shots while I’m riding through the city right hand all on top of my pistol
(my pistol my pistol)
Two hoes all on top of my back I ain’t really been checking my schedule
Money long, codeine still fuck with my liver
(my liver my liver)
Still fuck wit my liver, I ain’t playin’ no games I’ll die by my nigga
(my nigga my nigga)
I’ll die for my nigga, switch lanes grip grain I’ll slide for my niggas
(my nigga my nigga)
Don’t slide on my niggas, six days no sleep gettin’ high with my niggas
Outside wit my niggas, say you shooting at mе then you gotta die nigga
(my nigga my nigga)
Boy you finna die nigga
(diе nigga die nigga)
[Verse 1: Fellz]
Give me bread he gon’ die on demand
I ride by send him up to his mans
We pull up to the party we ain’t come to party I won’t even shake any hands
Fifty shots bound to knock that lil’ smirk off his face please don’t smile at my niggas
(my nigga my nigga)
I ain’t really been checking the time only focused on me and my niggas
Murk a block for my niggas, touchdown with my niggas
If they rundown I’m gunning, I got Stickz bitch I’m pulling up drumming
You can’t kill me, I’m pulling up stunting
[Verse 2: Stickz]
Baby I’m in a black car drilling
You would think I was Hef how I jump out that bitch I be driving with six hoes in it
Catch a nigga put six holes in ‘em
Big shot, I be drowning in women
Codeine steady drowning my liver
Back then it was me and my niggas
Money talk I be hearing that whisper

[Bridge: Fellz]
Give me bread he gon’ die on demand
I ride by send him up to his mans
We pull up to the party we ain’t come to party I won’t even shake any hands

[Chorus: Stickz]
Headshot if he tryna play mine guarantee Imma die ‘bout my nigga
(my nigga my nigga)
Ten shots while I’m riding through the city right hand all on top of my pistol
(my pistol my pistol)
Two hoes all on top of my back I ain’t really been checking my schedule
Money long, codeine still fuck with my liver
(my liver my liver)
Still fuck wit my liver, I ain’t playin’ no games I’ll die by my nigga
(my nigga my nigga)
I’ll die for my nigga, switch lanes grip grain I’ll slide for my niggas
(my nigga my nigga)
Don’t slide on my niggas, six days no sleep gettin’ high with my niggas
Outside wit my niggas, say you shooting at me then you gotta die nigga
(my nigga my nigga)
Boy you finna die nigga
[Outro: Fellz]
I don’t play when I’m out on the road never lack
Bitch I roll with a pole in my lap
Play with my money, you play with your life
Bitch I got it out the trap
Bitch I kill for the niggas around me
I was down and niggas tried to down me
I cannot have no fuck niggas around me
Hit him in his head and face down how they found him