Video Till I Die de Abraham Rasmussen 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abraham Rasmussen - Till I Die Lyrics

[Intro: SXMPRA]
(Fuck!) Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
East side, west side, bitch, you better not fuck with me
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree (d-d-d-d-dwilly, I'm scared!)
Let that choppa—let that choppa—let that choppa—let that choppa

[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
Walk up out the door, left a note up on my dresser
They tell me everyday that life is on its way to better
But I can't seem to shake the fact that I've been getting fed up
That's why my mind is drifting to the thought of a Beretta
Got the .35 rippin', and the .45, bang, yeah
Subwoofer knockin', I'm rockin' that motherfucker for a bag, uh
Comin' from nothin', I madе it to riches, tell 'em to throw out thе rags, huh
'Member when I was just washin' them dishes and now I be poppin' them tags
Yeah, bi-bi-bitch, I’m back with a black mask
Any motherfucker wanna back track?
Bitch, I been about it, gonna put 'em in a body bag
Body back tucked in a black van, ride for the gang until I—

[Chorus: SXMPRA]
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em, "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em, "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em, "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em, "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
[Verse 2: 1nonly]
Ayy, .45 make 'em fly like doves
In the spotlight, bitch, that's us
Lettin' off shots with the men I trust
Bitch, I'm smokin' that thrax 'til the sun come up
I think it's that time of the month
Money comin' in, then I'm pilin' it up
Stay back if you ain't ridin' with us
Five in the mornin', I'm letting off shells
Like I need more miles in the bus
And the bank got stacked (Stacked), I get paid to relax
One last puff and I'm fadin' to black
Fuck around, bitch, get a fade with a MAC
In a three story crib, I ain't payin' for the rent
G-G-Getting high smoking swishers
Don't got no time for y'all bitches
Let it bang, shit get wicked
Boy a stain, he washed like dishes

[Chorus: SXMPRA & 1nonly]
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face (While they're on the street)
[Post-Chorus]
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
East side, west side, bitch, you better not fuck with me
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave while they're on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave while they're on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave while they're on the street

[Outro]
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave while they're on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave while they're on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave while they're on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave—