Death
Trippie Redd, Dababy
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You dig? You gon' die You gon' die You gon' die Yeah uh, what that mean? Yeah, what that mean? I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch Ooh, what that mean? We all lit, that's on gang That's on me, bitch Ooh, yeah, huh Murder murder slatt Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah) Hanging with them slatts (yeah) Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah) Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah) That's on gang and that's all facts, uh We shoot .223's (baw) We'll take your life (gang) We out with the gang You know we gon' slide We out with them bees All up in a hive You talk down on me Nigga you gon' die We a different kind And we be on different times Rocking number nine jeans And I be so fly We from different sides Pussy I'ma up that fire Talking all that tough shit on the gang Pussy bitch and you gon' die Yeah, huh, you gon' die Yeah nigga, you gon' die Huh, you gon' die Yeah uh, what that mean? Yeah, what that mean? I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch Ooh, what that mean? We all lit, that's on gang That's on me, bitch Ooh, yeah, huh Murder murder slatt Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah) Hanging with them slatts (yeah) Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah) Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah) That's on gang and that's all facts, uh Let's go, let's go Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah) When I did, went home and smoked a blunt No a nigga didn't cry (let's go) Don't f*ck with niggas on different sides These niggas be switching sides (and I) In a whip with a nigga bitch inside Finna give my dick a ride Only nigga that be talking bout' gang shit be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit We get a pic right now and a pic back then It's like the same pic, I'm with the same clique I'm with Trippie Redd (yeah) You with a bitch he scared (ha) A lot of niggas like to play with they life The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead I had to Yeah, huh, you gon' die Yeah nigga, you gon' die Huh, you gon' die Yeah uh, what that mean? Yeah, what that mean? I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch Ooh, what that mean? We all lit, that's on gang That's on me, bitch Ooh, yeah, huh Murder murder slatt Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah) Hanging with them slatts (yeah) Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah) Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah) That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
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Written by: Michael Lamar White, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
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