Do or Die

Introverted... I don't really talk a lot
I'm a Dogg, I bite I don't bark a lot
Watch your tone before My drones floatin' in your parkin lot
Hit my target, bullseye, I play darts a lot
Summer Breeze We can get jiggy if you feelin' silly
Extended pole lookin' like I bought this stick from Jiffy
I'm in ya city ya feel me, you want me come and get me
Take a spear from Brittney introduce it to your kidney
Russian K Spray it'll hit cha like a power washer
Ya big homie sent you, dummy that
Nigga double crossed ya
Rather catch a flight to Guyana and eat he finest lobster
But now ima play lil drummer boy with a loaded chopper
Movin Gangc Shoota Gangc nigga Are you dumb
It's the Hill it's Trays It's all Blue where I'm from
Take it how you wanna you gone lose when I'm done
Holy Ghost send you to the moon or the sun
Heard you got a plan well ya better count ya days on it
If you put it on some, better put Trays on it
You too old to be actin like that
He gone have a lil trouble if he rappin' like that
Stand back, relax it ain't gotta happen like that
Not a round of applause when we get to clappin' like that
Couldn't tell the difference when we be dapping like dat
Didn't trust my gut cuz it be cappin' like dat

Do or Die how we ride, plus we multiply
I abide by the rules, is you done to slide
Bandana on, look you ain't gotta slide



Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Fontanelle
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