DIE BOUT MINE II
Shhnow, Tony & 10kdunkin
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(BenjiCold, why you icy?)
She said she want designer, when we in the coupe and I'm flyin'
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, and O's been the only thing on my mind
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, I'll still die 'bout mine
Them niggas on that cap shit, can't say the same 'bout mine
My young niggas wanna crash shit, stand ten toes with that .9
Got these bad bitches at the penthouse, they butt naked and they wild
Keep exotic smoke in my lungs, dark shades on my face like I'm blind
We make paperwork off clockwork, so I ain't finna waste my time
Yeah, I don't got no time, she still starin' at my watch
We had to get it out the mud, so we had to give it all we got
I don't give a fuck, I kicked down the door to your spot
These niggas drunk all day, the ones givin' them drops
I see the blue check every time that we drop
Everybody a opp 'til a nigga get popped
You can get shot tryna be what you not
I'm in a Benz coupe with a knot
Stick in the car, bitch, I'm ridin' hot
Heard you tryna plot, it's gon' get hot
It get hot in here like Nelly
I don't trust shit, got my fire at the telly
Stompin' that nigga, it ain't shit you can tell me
I'm SOS, but I don't need you to help me
You can't even help yourself, how you gon' help me out?
You ain't got no racks inside your circle, you can X me out
I'd die on my feet 'fore I live on my knees
I'm finessin' these niggas, I play 'em like keys
Pour purple like Prince but my bitch from the Queens
She rockin' Italian but her girlfriend Chinese
She at the party on XO
Shawty ass fat like this bankroll
I'll turn a good girl to a freak ho
Told her, "Throw that ass back," no repo
Told her, "I just want money, I don't need you"
Big B-roll, I don't wanna be you
It's deep in the water, we don't ever see you
You gon' lose sleep worryin' about what we do
She said she want designer, when we in the coupe and I'm flyin'
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, and O's been the only thing on my mind
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, I'll still die 'bout mine
Them niggas on that cap shit, can't say the same 'bout mine
My young niggas wanna crash shit, stand ten toes with that .9
Got these bad bitches at the penthouse, they butt naked and they wild
Keep exotic smoke in my lungs, dark shades on my face like I'm blind
We make paperwork off clockwork, so I ain't finna waste my time