Die Slow
Yuh, Bitch, huh, huh
Fortyyyyyy
I'm popping out, I'm with my fucking gang
Nigga you a bitch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his fucking head, fill him up with lead
Fuck this rapping shit, it's niggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a nigga, in his crimson chin
Where the fuck you been?
Or Where you at?
I'm posted where he lack
I'm trynna make a stack
I'll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
Man I ain't chasing bitches, only thing I'm chasing is the bread
And if her pussy easy, I don't even ask her for the head
Cause what these bitches on,
they only trusting shit that you ain't said
I'm getting topped off from ya bitch,
that's why she leaving you on read
Now what I said?
I ain't trusting hoes, I ain't trusting niggas
Squeezing triggers
Niggas flaw as fuck,
They ain't really killers
I pull up, with a fucking strap
Gun that nigga down
Keep suppressors on my guns
So I can move without a sound
I ain't smoking, on my
Opp's life,
Cause he mid as fuck
Scale him up, and then I serve cheap
Because he mid as fuck!
They don't buy his ass,
Because they know his gas is mid as fuck!
I call him CBD because this nigga really mid as fuck!
Nah I'm dead as fuck, this nigga trynna fight
But his bitch trynna fuck
Fuck em up, he taking down on gang, I gotta shut him up
Pistol play, I play with pussy bitch, that AK gotta spray
Pull up and shoot the place he lay
This nigga never safe
I'm popping out, I'm with my fucking gang
Nigga you a bitch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his fucking head, fill him up with lead
Fuck this rapping shit, it's niggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a nigga, in his crimson chin
Where the fuck you been?
Or Where you at?
I'm posted where he lack
I'm trynna make a stack
I'll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
I'm popping out, I'm with my fucking gang
Nigga you a bitch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his fucking head, fill him up with lead
Fuck this rapping shit,
it's niggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a nigga, in his crimson chin
Where the fuck you been?
Or Where you at?
I'm posted where he lack
I'm trynna make a stack
I'll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
Fortyyyyyy
I'm popping out, I'm with my fucking gang
Nigga you a bitch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his fucking head, fill him up with lead
Fuck this rapping shit, it's niggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a nigga, in his crimson chin
Where the fuck you been?
Or Where you at?
I'm posted where he lack
I'm trynna make a stack
I'll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
Man I ain't chasing bitches, only thing I'm chasing is the bread
And if her pussy easy, I don't even ask her for the head
Cause what these bitches on,
they only trusting shit that you ain't said
I'm getting topped off from ya bitch,
that's why she leaving you on read
Now what I said?
I ain't trusting hoes, I ain't trusting niggas
Squeezing triggers
Niggas flaw as fuck,
They ain't really killers
I pull up, with a fucking strap
Gun that nigga down
Keep suppressors on my guns
So I can move without a sound
I ain't smoking, on my
Opp's life,
Cause he mid as fuck
Scale him up, and then I serve cheap
Because he mid as fuck!
They don't buy his ass,
Because they know his gas is mid as fuck!
I call him CBD because this nigga really mid as fuck!
Nah I'm dead as fuck, this nigga trynna fight
But his bitch trynna fuck
Fuck em up, he taking down on gang, I gotta shut him up
Pistol play, I play with pussy bitch, that AK gotta spray
Pull up and shoot the place he lay
This nigga never safe
I'm popping out, I'm with my fucking gang
Nigga you a bitch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his fucking head, fill him up with lead
Fuck this rapping shit, it's niggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a nigga, in his crimson chin
Where the fuck you been?
Or Where you at?
I'm posted where he lack
I'm trynna make a stack
I'll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
I'm popping out, I'm with my fucking gang
Nigga you a bitch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his fucking head, fill him up with lead
Fuck this rapping shit,
it's niggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a nigga, in his crimson chin
Where the fuck you been?
Or Where you at?
I'm posted where he lack
I'm trynna make a stack
I'll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
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Writer(s): Deshawn Blanding
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