If I die young, bury me in bottomland camo , Lay me down on a bed of pine straw, Sink me in the swamp at dawn
Send me away with the sound of a turkey gobble
Moneybag: All that "you love me" shit ain't genuine I felt the vibe when I walked in, Shit slick hurt me thinkin' you solid then I saw you bend, Even after they true colors show, kept it real on my end, That wasn't my beef at first, I made it mine 'Cause me and bruh locked in’