Die Young (remix)
I don't want to die young so I ride with one
Give it like a week and them hoes be gone
Wait 'till they see what a nigga on
I'm with Stacy in the trap you know
I stay in the 'Ville, I'm flexing what you never did
Look at your hoes, they seeing what you never had
'Round here you know, stop showing all them twenty bills
'Cuz swiper gone swipe, and you will never get it back
Hate when they give you shit but then they wanna take it back
Silly hoe that shit don't work like that
How you claim one side but then you spit behind they back
You telling lies to prove your point is whack
Th-th-they be like Melly with the two faces, up in two places
Tell you what you wanna hear, they some rattlesnakes
They the opposite of real, they some phony fakes
Lurking in the tall grass praying you don't make it
Just like T-Jay with the one take, hit a pump fake
Got you walking Mr. Krabs money motivate
Don't be stressing hella bad if it hurt to take
Walk around with a mask no identity
Bitch do the dash, finally do the race
Hoe I never crash, never catch a case
Can't be actin' hard to get put up in your place
Throw you off a cliff, turn me to the lion king
Sticking to the code, never be with silly hoes
Just like Sofaygo, always hanging with the goat
I be with your honey she a block of gold nigga
Ma-Married to the money never letting go nigga
Give it like a week and them hoes be gone
Wait 'till they see what a nigga on
I'm with Stacy in the trap you know
I stay in the 'Ville, I'm flexing what you never did
Look at your hoes, they seeing what you never had
'Round here you know, stop showing all them twenty bills
'Cuz swiper gone swipe, and you will never get it back
Hate when they give you shit but then they wanna take it back
Silly hoe that shit don't work like that
How you claim one side but then you spit behind they back
You telling lies to prove your point is whack
Th-th-they be like Melly with the two faces, up in two places
Tell you what you wanna hear, they some rattlesnakes
They the opposite of real, they some phony fakes
Lurking in the tall grass praying you don't make it
Just like T-Jay with the one take, hit a pump fake
Got you walking Mr. Krabs money motivate
Don't be stressing hella bad if it hurt to take
Walk around with a mask no identity
Bitch do the dash, finally do the race
Hoe I never crash, never catch a case
Can't be actin' hard to get put up in your place
Throw you off a cliff, turn me to the lion king
Sticking to the code, never be with silly hoes
Just like Sofaygo, always hanging with the goat
I be with your honey she a block of gold nigga
Ma-Married to the money never letting go nigga
Credits
Writer(s): P Moyen
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