Lyrics:
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
Get crunk,
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck you if you ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that, yeah-yeah
High
on the news
Rob a nigga for his shoes
If you live by the gun
Know that you die by the gun
Knowin yo time is gone come
Maybe ya son
Shootin ya house up for fun
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
recordin', smokin' weed, smokin' dope (die slow, die slow)
Drinkin' a lil' lean, I actually did good, I ain't drink but a pint this whole tour
Yeah, on tour,
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
know it's sittin' high
Got a Ford and a Dodge and a Chevy bowtie
Don't tread on me, I'm a rebel 'til I die
With my arm out the window with
A jar full
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They
dead on the cement
Make your hoe suck my bro she gone swallow his semen
All this pain I went through make me turn to a demon
Try to rob lil Jayy that
if I take you on a ride?
This ain't ride or die, we ride forever, you and I
Girl, your love gives me a high that I really can't describe
Girl, would I
lil mama don't make me drop the roof on ya
Said she wanna get high, alright
Now it's a vibe
You can spend the night with me
I know what'cha like, yeah
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
that’s in the vault are
The ones that I don’t spend
Provided a lifestyle that got
Me living high end
I’m sitting in my condo my
Blunt filled with that
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
is dead bodies
I grew up around dead bodies
Half this city want to rob me
Won't happen over my dead body
One day I'm gonna die, probably
'Til then, got
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
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