Roulette

This that mothafuckin' rider music

This that mothafuckin' rider music

All night, when I'm rollin'

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you 30?

But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'

I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh

Smoking on sequoia, running from my paranoia

Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California

I ain't going out like River Phoenix

I wanna enjoy all of the spoils

I'm a Golden Boy like Oscar de la Hoya

I'm a soldier masked up like it's the end of October

Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the Nola

I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher

Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer

I can spy a motive, y'all can try and clone this

Get them lies quoted, but him and I know this

Line up my opponents, hold their eyes open

Rip out their hearts and let 'em all die soulless

This that mothafuckin' rider, music

This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Eastside, ayy)

This that mothafuckin' rider, music

This that mothafuckin' rider, music

All night, when I'm rollin'

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'

I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh

Wait, I heard 'em say they want the old Gunner

Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners

Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers

It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother

That's what it was

I used to get my ass beat just because (For real)

I ran away and hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge

Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus

Knew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed

Fuck a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march

Cemetery full of graves, I can finish what you start

Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar

I hope you pussies think of me every time that you see the scar

This that mothafuckin' rider, music

This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Eastside, ayy)

This that mothafuckin' rider, music

This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Turn up)

All night, when I'm rollin'

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'

I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh

Yeah, 24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready

All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli

On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty

Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly

I am... Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me

Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk of the Chevy

I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image like Getty

Rap for currency, like I'm Spitta Andretti and let it fall like confetti

Ball for my dogs that they got locked in the celly

And fuck the one that turned on me, I won't ever forget it

You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning

That see you winning and then wanna see you finished

Goddamn