Die In Fashion
They wiped his nose he ain't have a Cold
He step no sneaker still gone take yo' Soul
She get high that's why she fuck for Lows
I don't vote, but yea I keep my pole
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my cutty that brudda that's my Twin Twin
Pockets fat came up eatin slim jim
Run from the narcs hit the block like Big Ben
Too many fuck niggas so we got FN's
Stabbing yo bitch like Mexican
Hit piladi hit a hottie after that we stretching them
Mike a undertaker and sell Kane but You can't wrestle him
Brodie put a drum on side yo head but He don't play instrument
Jay my brudda like he my momma son
Kobe vs Mike but we don't do 1 on 1's
Upstate hittin' peanut butter wit honey Bun
Sendin shots on the net ok he kno he Done
I'm from the Lan I was popping beans Like they was aspirin
T keep his heat but his heart really Cold as aspen
Them niggas dummies behind the Wheel we gone crash em
Sippin' on Martin thinking how I'm Gon get a Aston
My lil bitch titties plastic, but you Know I keep my steel
Had to call Josh Allen them nights I Couldn't pay my bills
I ain't have no compressors in my cell Was tryna make appeal
Put this on my momma I don't play cards cause I ain't take a deal
Put this on my momma if I ratted I'd Kill myself
Put this on my momma see me wit a Rat then she D4L
They wiped his nose he ain't have a Cold
He step no sneaker still gone take yo' Soul
She get high that's why she fuck for Lows
I don't vote, but yea I keep my pole
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
He step no sneaker still gone take yo' Soul
She get high that's why she fuck for Lows
I don't vote, but yea I keep my pole
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my cutty that brudda that's my Twin Twin
Pockets fat came up eatin slim jim
Run from the narcs hit the block like Big Ben
Too many fuck niggas so we got FN's
Stabbing yo bitch like Mexican
Hit piladi hit a hottie after that we stretching them
Mike a undertaker and sell Kane but You can't wrestle him
Brodie put a drum on side yo head but He don't play instrument
Jay my brudda like he my momma son
Kobe vs Mike but we don't do 1 on 1's
Upstate hittin' peanut butter wit honey Bun
Sendin shots on the net ok he kno he Done
I'm from the Lan I was popping beans Like they was aspirin
T keep his heat but his heart really Cold as aspen
Them niggas dummies behind the Wheel we gone crash em
Sippin' on Martin thinking how I'm Gon get a Aston
My lil bitch titties plastic, but you Know I keep my steel
Had to call Josh Allen them nights I Couldn't pay my bills
I ain't have no compressors in my cell Was tryna make appeal
Put this on my momma I don't play cards cause I ain't take a deal
Put this on my momma if I ratted I'd Kill myself
Put this on my momma see me wit a Rat then she D4L
They wiped his nose he ain't have a Cold
He step no sneaker still gone take yo' Soul
She get high that's why she fuck for Lows
I don't vote, but yea I keep my pole
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
And if we die we gone die laughing
And if we die we gone die in fashion
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
That's my brudda That's my brudda That's my brudda
Credits
Writer(s): Shelton Coats
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