Die Wit It

Travvy

Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit A Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima Dive In It
N***s Be Fake, They Be Counterfeit
Mix-Up The Designer Its Mixy Drip
I Done Drove Thru The City In Foreign Whips
Wit No License The Glizzy Right On My Hip
Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit A Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima Dive In It
N***s Be Fake, They Be Counterfeit
Mix-Up The Designer Its Mixy Drip
I Done Drove Thru The City In Foreign Whips
Wit No License The Glizzy Right On My Hip

I'm Back On My Bull
I Been Da Shit
Ain't Gotta Front I'm Legit
These Niggas Be Cappin',
They Ain't Bout No Action
Unless That Shit Come's Wit A Script
Was Born In The 90's I Grew Up On Blade-Blade
All I Know Is Let Dat Shit RIP
I Only Want Fendi I Got A Addiction,
I Could Go Broke For The Drip
We Slept On The Carpet Left Open The Oven
Just So We Can Heat The Apartment
Living Off Stamps Till Niggas Start Scamming
Credit Cards Started Swiping
I Ducked An Indictment The Hood Got Indicted
While I Was Locked Up In A Forest
I Only Smoke Loud Mixing Exoctic Thats Called A Tropical Forest
I Pour Duece In A Kiwi Strawberry Still Pouring Out Henny
For My Niggas Buried
Rest In Peace A.J And Tyshawn Was Knocked For The Wake
So I Spent Time At The Cemetery
I Wont Expose Her But Niggas Be Thirsty
Not Knowing She Stink
And She Got Dinkle-Berries
N***s Be P**** And Beefing Wit Rats
Ain't Got No Love
For No Tom Or No Jerry

Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit A Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima Dive In It
N***s Be Fake, They Be Counterfeit
Mix-Up The Designer Its Mixy Drip
I Done Drove Thru The City In Foreign Whips
Wit No License The Glizzy Right On My Hip
Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit A Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima Dive In It
N***s Be Fake, They Be Counterfeit
Mix-Up The Designer Its Mixy Drip
I Done Drove Thru The City In Foreign Whips
Wit No License The Glizzy Right On My Hip

Got No Love For A Bitch Cause She Gon'
Abandon You When It Comes To Doin' That Time
Fuck Being Faithful
Why Would I Be Faithful To A Bitch That Ain't Gone Ride
Fuck Spending Time
Id Rather Just Fuck Her And Dip
And Go Back To Playing The Strip
The Vacuum Seal Good For A Trip Pour Out Some Yak And Sip
I Come Straight Out Of The Jungle
Never Been Shy Always Humble,
I Could Shoot And I Could Rumble
I Gotta A Sack Made A Runnerback Fumble
Don't Ask What It Took Just Applied Some Muscles
Me And The Quaterback See Eye Ta Eye
We Both Gonna Eat Til The Day That We Die
Loyalty Really Is The Thinnest Line
Don't Think You Gon' Cross Me And Shit Just Be Fine
Put A Hole In You The Size Of A Lime
Shoot Up Ya Hearse While You Take Ya Last Ride
Skate On A Bitch Just So I Could Go Grind
Hotbox In Da Whip,
Spray The Febreze
Get Greasy For That Chicken Like K.F.C
Glah Glah
Ain't No Thunder Dragon
For That Paper It's Gon' Get Tragic
Make Him Disappear Watch Me Do Magic
Poof

Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit A Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima Dive In It
N***s Be Fake, They Be Counterfeit
Mix-Up The Designer Its Mixy Drip
I Done Drove Thru The City In Foreign Whips
Wit No License The Glizzy Right On My Hip
Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit A Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima Dive In It
N***s Be Fake, They Be Counterfeit
Mix-Up The Designer Its Mixy Drip
I Done Drove Thru The City In Foreign Whips
Wit No License The Glizzy Right On My Hip