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Die In The Streets Video (MV)




Performed By: DThang
Featuring: DJ Drama
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Daniel Collins, Tyree Simmons




DThang - Die In The Streets Lyrics
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[ Featuring DJ Drama ]

(Grrah)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Grrah)
Ain't nothin' but a DThang
Ayo, free my hearts (D)
Free my risk-takers (J)
Free my pack niggas, nigga, like what? (Drama)
Huh?
(They know what's goin' on)

I said I'm smokin' on dead opps
Tryna cruise through the X, tryna see what they on
And shorty a dead thot (huh?)
Said I f*cked her one time, now she fiendin' for more, like
And we got them knockers, like (so who really ready for war?)
Better not lack when you walk out that door
Said stacks over thirty, he ready to score like (baow, baow, baow)
And they do it for clout, like (and they do it for clout)
But don't die over clout (at all)
Slide to the (?), Still make an announcement
If they not on they block, we gon' go to they house, like (we gon' go to they house)
'Cause they know that we dangerous (like, huh?)
We gotta slide with a mask, 'cause they know that we fame
Told bro, "Don't stop this aimin'" (grrah, grrah, boom)
'Cause when I got that knock, I just feel a lil' anxious
I swear, I be itchin' to flame it
On that dick, you get loco for six, watch me lace it
'Cause we cannot stop for the low (at all)
And we heard he got bent, so we kicked down his door
She ain't smart, she be fiendin' for more
I said, "Scream RPT", you gon' get in my drawers (RPT)
FTO, we don't f*ck with no oppers (at all)
I was droppin' the ceilin' and now I got bands
Since thirteen, I've been totin' my chopper
Went from noodles to pop out in steak and some lobster
Know RPT niggas problems (RPT)
And no, I ain't stoppin' 'til they free my gatos (grrah, grrah)
Oh, he smokin' a blunt? We gon' solve 'em
I told bae, "Don't keep showin' these bullets, can't dodge 'em"
They know how we f*ck up the streets (they f*ck up the streets)
On our way to the top, they know I got some meat
She think I love her, like what do you mean? (What do you mean?)
I can't lie, her shit wet, try to f*ck up my sheets (ayy)
And these niggas keep thinkin' shit sweet (like what?)
Told 'em, "Pick up a gun, no more dissin', let's link"
Got shot on they block for a week (like what?)
And the first one we see, he gon' die in the streets (baow)
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(Grrah)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Grrah)
Ain't nothin' but a DThang
Ayo, free my hearts (D)
Free my risk-takers (J)
Free my pack niggas, nigga, like what? (Drama)
Huh?
(They know what's goin' on)

I said I'm smokin' on dead opps
Tryna cruise through the X, tryna see what they on
And shorty a dead thot (huh?)
Said I f*cked her one time, now she fiendin' for more, like
And we got them knockers, like (so who really ready for war?)
Better not lack when you walk out that door
Said stacks over thirty, he ready to score like (baow, baow, baow)
And they do it for clout, like (and they do it for clout)
But don't die over clout (at all)
Slide to the (?), Still make an announcement
If they not on they block, we gon' go to they house, like (we gon' go to they house)
'Cause they know that we dangerous (like, huh?)
We gotta slide with a mask, 'cause they know that we fame
Told bro, "Don't stop this aimin'" (grrah, grrah, boom)
'Cause when I got that knock, I just feel a lil' anxious
I swear, I be itchin' to flame it
On that dick, you get loco for six, watch me lace it
'Cause we cannot stop for the low (at all)
And we heard he got bent, so we kicked down his door
She ain't smart, she be fiendin' for more
I said, "Scream RPT", you gon' get in my drawers (RPT)
FTO, we don't f*ck with no oppers (at all)
I was droppin' the ceilin' and now I got bands
Since thirteen, I've been totin' my chopper
Went from noodles to pop out in steak and some lobster
Know RPT niggas problems (RPT)
And no, I ain't stoppin' 'til they free my gatos (grrah, grrah)
Oh, he smokin' a blunt? We gon' solve 'em
I told bae, "Don't keep showin' these bullets, can't dodge 'em"
They know how we f*ck up the streets (they f*ck up the streets)
On our way to the top, they know I got some meat
She think I love her, like what do you mean? (What do you mean?)
I can't lie, her shit wet, try to f*ck up my sheets (ayy)
And these niggas keep thinkin' shit sweet (like what?)
Told 'em, "Pick up a gun, no more dissin', let's link"
Got shot on they block for a week (like what?)
And the first one we see, he gon' die in the streets (baow)
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Writer: Daniel Collins, Tyree Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © SMATT SONGS

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