Die Young - Remix
U-T-O-G
We smokin' on ugly tuklin' OG
We smoke loud, bro
T-U-K
I don't wanna die young
So keep these scripts on me
Always keep a stick on me
FNs, 9s, and 2-2-3s
Codiene mixed in Sprite, yeah
Vices is killin' me
I need promethazine
Two foam cups, OZ U-T-O-G
Overthinkin' killed my happiness
Still, I was never wrong
Can't handle all this shit that's happenin
Might pop pills till I'm gone, yeah
Remind me again, who came first
Hollow or Spice?
Who's copyin', who's flow
Him or her? Either way sounds nice
TukGang on the come up
Tustone diamonds bright
TG-NSE, Ride or Die for life, yeah
Think that I love her
I'm gon' hold my feelings back
Rather suffer than know she don't feel it back
Yeah, no bitch better when she throw it back
Nothing matters when she makes me laugh, yeah
T-G, Tuck Gang, T-U-K
I don't wanna die young
I know I'm gon' die young
Cause of the life I live
And all the crime I did
So when I fuckin' die young
Know I loved the life I live
Hope I had a wife and kids, yeah
Brown bags in the back
Diamonds or crack
Eitherway my stones flawless, that's a fact
All my killers solid, ain't no rats
Mason Margiela straight from Europe,
Fresh off the rack
Loose stitch in the fabric, send it back
T-U-K, why you so ugly
We smokin' on ugly tuklin' OG
We smoke loud, bro
T-U-K
I don't wanna die young
So keep these scripts on me
Always keep a stick on me
FNs, 9s, and 2-2-3s
Codiene mixed in Sprite, yeah
Vices is killin' me
I need promethazine
Two foam cups, OZ U-T-O-G
Overthinkin' killed my happiness
Still, I was never wrong
Can't handle all this shit that's happenin
Might pop pills till I'm gone, yeah
Remind me again, who came first
Hollow or Spice?
Who's copyin', who's flow
Him or her? Either way sounds nice
TukGang on the come up
Tustone diamonds bright
TG-NSE, Ride or Die for life, yeah
Think that I love her
I'm gon' hold my feelings back
Rather suffer than know she don't feel it back
Yeah, no bitch better when she throw it back
Nothing matters when she makes me laugh, yeah
T-G, Tuck Gang, T-U-K
I don't wanna die young
I know I'm gon' die young
Cause of the life I live
And all the crime I did
So when I fuckin' die young
Know I loved the life I live
Hope I had a wife and kids, yeah
Brown bags in the back
Diamonds or crack
Eitherway my stones flawless, that's a fact
All my killers solid, ain't no rats
Mason Margiela straight from Europe,
Fresh off the rack
Loose stitch in the fabric, send it back
T-U-K, why you so ugly
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Edmiston
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