Till I Die

Lyrics

All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
 She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
 Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
 Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson
 And know we all 'bout the bankroll
 But got a car for every color of the rainbow
 Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
 I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
 Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
 And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
 And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
 Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young nigga stack
 Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, nigga what the fuck is that
 Nigga that's from [?], side note I want a mill
 Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
 Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
 Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time
 This that trap music, urban legend
 Bitch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson
 Case a nigga wanna test me
 Fuck it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this shit up with my team
 Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans
 Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some shit that you've never seen
 Now I'm here with the king
 And know we all 'bout the bankroll
 But got a car for every color of the rainbow
 Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
 I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
 Hundred K, two or three in the sack
 And all we know is double up and stay fly
 And run that check up, be a hustler till I die
 Hold up, what it look like
 I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger
 Going hard, on an all-nighter
 And then I give it back to ya nigga I don't like her
 Did shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
 If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac [?] ho check it
 Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
 Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
 Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence
 Fully automatic let you have these pellets
 Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone nigga
 We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla
 Got a bad bitch with no thong with em
 And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
 So good made her running back
 She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double that
 The nigga had her eating double stacks
 I fill her pockets full with double stack
 She doing right, get another rack
 Crib with a hella pad, full of fine bitches hella bad
 Ran out of cab nigga never add
 And know we all 'bout the bankroll
 But got a car for every color of the rainbow
 Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
 I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
 Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
 And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
 And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
 

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Duration
03:44
Tempo
142 BPM

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