Lyrics:
Suicide my life, uh
But I don't wanna die, uh
Workin' like a nine to five, uh
Run up on me, finna die, uh
Grippin' 45s, shoot him 40 times, he got 40
'bout to die like it's a Claymore
(On God) i just paid my lil' niggas five
K to raid the drug store (Go lil' niggas)
If you ain't got no money in that
bitch is a ride or die
She hot like a pepper no cayenne
I don't got no limits, still rising
Had to bust down the wrist, perfect timing
Gettin' high in
heart stop
I'll be living like this til I die on god
(Woah, woah)
(GL... O)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(Til I die)
(Woah)
(Bitch til I die)
(Woah Woah Woah)
(Woah
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
the opp
The second was bacc in '14 after clocked out the job
Caught me slipping getting gas and So he tried to rob
But if I'm gon die
I'm fighting til
the smoke as you soak in your lies
Lil' Rob lighting up the sky like Fourth Of July
I can't believe myself, how I could subdue and just deceive myself
sold out the garden
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you
fucker bang
Doing 180 bout to rob a muthafucken fucken
Bank
We made it guys
Hope you guys ain't high
Not gonna lie
I don't wanna fucken die
Don't kill
the fire
Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die
Then YBT, we jugg, we glide
Pop they cap, they know they lyin'
Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine
One
stay fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly, 'til I die
Puff, puff, pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
stay fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly, 'til I die
Puff, puff, pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
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To tell the truth I didn't ask
When it come to bitches I'm Gucci
I'm the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I'm Nas
of tides
Emphasized by pain don't stop
How many good days is the pain gone rob
Been through it all and I paid those costs
And I'mma keep paying 'til I change
the back into pieces
Today’s biggies birthday I can feel him in my speeches
Possessing every word helping burn up the meters
Hope you’re ready to die
Cuz
to see 20 Porches murk
Three houses for the family, two for the niggas
When I die I was true to the niggas (true soldier)
And I never practice voodoo
-Chorus-
Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't want to Die But If So I'd Like To Know Do Gs
To Heaven? (3x)
For Every Time I Walked By, And Every Time I Got
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
somebody tryna cross then
Flodgin, high cappin'
We got this lil thing we call OV nigga, that means its over
(Lord Infamous)
Fuck with this super thug
I'm onna move til the evening
Fucking on this bitch and
She love when I go deep in
She say can I get that purse
I'm like bitch keep eating
Opps a never
'til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin' high, watchin' time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride, so
'til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin' high, watchin' time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride, so
Dipper
Haters are haters, I love you lil' niggas
Have Roka snuffin' your jaw
Call him Rokamouth
Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing
I been knockin' out
I'm flexin'
Hot boy shit caught a high bucks shit
Lunch and I'm service this
What you really need? I'm a young Santa Claus
And I'm coming in the crib
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