Die (Radio Edit)

Ayy, what's up? It's Grunny Dog, boy
Fuck up. Tell my partner, pick his dick
That's us, nigga
Gang, just messed up with the fuck I bang, nigga

But you ain't gonna say you gone die from all that grime from making all that posts
30 shots up in my pizza, I'ma let it blow
The drink gon' make your face go. The A-R make your popper spray
All dudes was tweaking on that grime. Caught that boss in bunches, nigga

I got bodies after bodies. Y'all can't know we like to spend
Boom, I go pick your partner up. They left for niggas stuck
Niggas moping on that grime. Till we bust a nigga, shit
Get out your body, I'ma show you. I'ma shoot you in your face

Say you gone die from all that grime from making all them posts
30 shots up in my blizzard, I'ma let it blow
Spin that fucking block, I'ma try to hop out with a drink
I'ma let it blow

Hey, what's up? It's Threatened Up, boy
Oh my God, Eva on the beat
I'ma let it blow
I'ma let it blow



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Writer(s): Zavier Lindsey
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