Loves gonna get you killed (pride)

Choppa in my skinny jeans when I hit the Scene. Pride won't be the death of me, Won't go out like a king. Ay, yeah, I got the recipe, I'm cookin' up That cocaine. You won't get the best of me, Boy, you'll just get this beam. On my Glock or my fuckin' chop, leave you At the spot. Hit your top with this fuckin' Knot, make his body drop. Two hundred shots, one for every opp, and we Gon' make 'em watch. He got caught 'cause he Tried to run from us in them Crocs. I ain't throwin' deuces, I'm just throwin' hundreds 'cause I got these bands. Nigga talkin' all that fuckin' shit, he must be On shrooms. Hit him with the Glock and this Shit when he with his mans. Niggas think they safe 'cause of love, but ain't Got no friends. Choppa in my skinny jeans when I hit the scene. Pride won't be the death Of me, won't go out like a king. Ay, yeah, I got the recipe, I'm cookin' up That cocaine. You won't get the best of me, Boy, you'll just get this beam, yeah. They say pride comes before a fall. I can't believe your words 'cause they not real. You can't tell me what I think or what I feel, yeah. You can't tell me what I Think or what I feel.