richie branson — bucket list
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On my death bed
But I got my Jay’s on (Off-white!)
Couple dimes in the the booth
Like a payphone (Woo!)
All my people gettin’ stoned at my gravestone (Smokin’!)
Trap music at my funeral
Fuck a prayer song
When I pass away I’m gonna see my Grandma Bonnie (What up?)
Say «what’s up» to Martin Luther King, say «what’s up?» to Monty (Monty!)
Shoot the shit with Jimmy Hoffa and Mahatma Ghandi
Mobbin’ in the streets with Geneveese and John Gotti
Fuck a bed rest
I’m hoppin’ out the bed
I’m too sexy, like I’m Fred
Poppin’ all these meds (Pill!)
Fuckin’ up these rappers
When I’m droppin’ on they heads
Even when I’m dead, they not toppin’ what I said
Hope they smoke me to heaven
I might sell a gram
This shit so potent
It even got the angels yellin’ «Damn!»
I’m after livin’ sendin’ ??? a telegram
Not related but they still treat me like hella fam
I’m dyin’? (Richie!)
Fuck that shit
I’m still tryna cross out all my bucket list
Drink a cup of that
Take a puff of this
Might rob a bank
Put the Rollie on the wrist
Why?
Cuz I’m dyin’
Fuck that shit
I’m still tryna cross out all my bucket list
Drink a cup of that
Take a puff of this
Might rob a bank
Put the Rollie on the wrist
Why?
Cuz I’m dyin’
Roll the blunt
Now I’m coughin’
I’m feelin’ awesome
Pickin’ flowers for my coffin (Woo1)
Smokin’ on that med-grade
Shout-out to my doctors
Even when I’m dead
Best believe I’m still flossin’
Never takin’ losses
Bitch I’m on my money
Mayweather
Move my family to the bay
Just to get that bay weather
Switchin’ up my life insurance
Got the plan that pays better
Gettin’ money like a Nigerian chain letter!
Gotta die, so I do it lookin’ fly
Lookin’ fly
Heaven, hell
I don’t really know what’s on the other side
Fuck a tux
Put me in the casket in some gucci slides
So fresh
I might ressurrect
Just to do it twice!
Still kickin’ like it’s sweet chin (?)
Yellin’ «Suck it!»
Threw my life savings just to catch a flight too
Fuck it!
Wait, what do you mean?
No, no. Not fuck it like, «Fuck it!» But, fuck it like Tylan
Ah, fuck it!
I’m dyin’? (Richie!)
Fuck that shit
I’m still tryna cross out all my bucket list
Drink a cup of that
Take a puff of this
Might rob a bank
Put the Rollie on the wrist
Why?
Cuz I’m dyin’
Fuck that shit
I’m still tryna cross out all my bucket list
Drink a cup of that
Take a puff of this
Might rob a bank
Put the Rollie on the wrist
Why?
Cuz I’m dyin’
