Do Gangsters Go To Heaven (Thank Her) lyrics

[Chorus]
But I should really thank her
What type of diamonds on your b*tch? You know I pinked her
Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta
But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't act gangster
I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her
Put your number in my phone but I won't save you
Oh, you think that I'm a player
He ain't gettin' money, he a hater

[Interlude]
Y'all n*ggas ain't ever have to struggle before
Now y'all have to warm me up, like

[Verse]
I see pain in your eyes every time you f*ck me, yeah
And I know you lie when you said you trust me, yеah
It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah), I can feel it (I can feel it)
Why you still herе if I'm f*ckin' up your image? (Up your image)
You can do okay but I know I can do way better, yeah (Uh, better)
I can buy a better b*tch just off of credit (Yeah), uh
I just bought a Lamborghini off of debit (Yeah), uh
I just found my opp location off of Reddit (Cash), uh
I just bought some Chrome Heart jeans just like they selvage (Uh)
I been gettin' my di*k sucked since I was seven, yeah (Uh)
Crosses on my jeans and my crosses leather, yeah (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm known to ball, I'm not playin' tether, yeah (Uh-huh)
I like lots of, cheese, swiss, and mozzarella, yeah
I like provolone but cheddar's way better, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Now tell me, do gangsters really go to Heaven? Yeah (Yeah)
If we really do, need to cut a check to my reverend, yeah (Let's go)
I wanted me a Rollie since I was eleven, yeah (Go)
If you wanna talk about Rollies? Then I got eleven, yeah (Ayy)
n*ggas in my city startin' all the rumors (All the rumors)
I ain't movin', b*tch I hang with the movers (Look, with the movers)
And I'm gon' shoot my shot 'cause I hang with the shooters, yeah (With the shooters)
Ain't nobody shot but Shaun top your medulla, yeah (Your medulla)
b*tch better give me that top, I can't promise I'm gon' do ya (I'm gon' do ya)
I just got a brand new Glock and that b*tch came with a cooler (With a cooler)
I ain't tryna give her no drop, but sh*t, everything for the mula (Ooh)
I wouldn't never let Taraji f*ck my empire up just like I'm Lucius (Yeah)
Before my b*tch start scammin', know my b*tch was boostin' (Yeah, she was boostin')
And before my b*tch got with a real n*gga she was with a loser (With a loser)
Christian Dior, my b*tch say, "Hallelujah" ("Hallelujah")
And these girls too fake and I can see right through ya (Oh, let's go)
Got geeked up, now a n*gga just actin' too nuts (Geeked)
Why would I f*ck her one time when I got two nuts
And before I knew your name I know you knew us (Yeah)
And without me, girl, I know you that you'll be twist off (Yeah)
Oh, you thought I was done, because I'm famous
Cupid gave me a gun and I shot that motherf*cker aimless
I done beat that pus*y up so much, beggin' me to put it in your anus
And I know when it's all said and done I'm the one that's gon' be shameless
[Chorus]
But I should really thank her
What type of diamonds on your b*tch? You know I pinked her
Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta
But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't act gangster
I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her
Put your number in my phone but I won't save ya
Oh, you think that I'm a player
He ain't gettin' money, he a hater