I can't help you, please let me in and don't leave, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop up out the cut masked up, it's time to drill
I put that on my momma with the shits, A.R. got the drop in
If you really a street nigga, then send your drop then
You a sent off, lil' boy, you is not him
How you the store runner and on opp shit
Drop down on you with that mop stick
Show you niggas how to pop shit
Bitch, your momma might hate me for this hot shit
Uh, we slide that bitch unannounced
We slide 4-5 sticks, switch tags
We ride 4-5 fullie' to the whip
Put pounds in a rental, you still makin' that lil quarter flip
Could coach you on the game, show you that it's more to this
I'ma bust your brain with tryin' to open that back door and shit
You seen what brody do, you sure you want that shit
Niggas seen they lil' bitch f*ckin', they still want that bitch
Like, is you niggas HIM for real
Told lil' bro we slingin' fullies through the city
But bro had told me, chill
You flinch, lil' bro gon' shoot
He been itchin' to kill
Docs gon' be stitchin' him to live
Facebook get your face took
Don't be mentionin' Ced
We hit the road all tires
Like the Michelin man
How you in the shootout and drop the stick in your hand
You in the same city as your opps and can't stick out a plan
We slide, we do hits out of minivans
Catch you down bad, rearrangin' dental plans
That shit be cool till it hit the fan
Brr-brr-brr
Fully spent like it need a bill (Spit like it need a bib)
Seen what you niggas do for likes and barely got a crib
Sometimes I feel like Kodak, cause I'm dyin' to live
I prayed every night doin' my brother time in the pen
Seen niggas drop a dime
And take niggas life with a pen
How you wanna trade on him
He'll send you paper when you in a bind
We been had cake and we been ballin
We been Tim Duncan Hines
I'm layin' niggas down
If you come f*ck with mines
Told my brothers only up from here
And that shit come with time
Exaggerating beef as crazy
I guess that what come with lying
Real love, I get that shit come after dying
FastxMoney5 - Dying to Live Lyrics
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I can't help you, please let me in and don't leave, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop up out the cut masked up, it's time to drill
I put that on my momma with the shits, A.R. got the drop in
If you really a street nigga, then send your drop then
You a sent off, lil' boy, you is not him
How you the store runner and on opp shit
Drop down on you with that mop stick
Show you niggas how to pop shit
Bitch, your momma might hate me for this hot shit
Uh, we slide that bitch unannounced
We slide 4-5 sticks, switch tags
We ride 4-5 fullie' to the whip
Put pounds in a rental, you still makin' that lil quarter flip
Could coach you on the game, show you that it's more to this
I'ma bust your brain with tryin' to open that back door and shit
You seen what brody do, you sure you want that shit
Niggas seen they lil' bitch f*ckin', they still want that bitch
Like, is you niggas HIM for real
Told lil' bro we slingin' fullies through the city
But bro had told me, chill
You flinch, lil' bro gon' shoot
He been itchin' to kill
Docs gon' be stitchin' him to live
Facebook get your face took
Don't be mentionin' Ced
We hit the road all tires
Like the Michelin man
How you in the shootout and drop the stick in your hand
You in the same city as your opps and can't stick out a plan
We slide, we do hits out of minivans
Catch you down bad, rearrangin' dental plans
That shit be cool till it hit the fan
Brr-brr-brr
Fully spent like it need a bill (Spit like it need a bib)
Seen what you niggas do for likes and barely got a crib
Sometimes I feel like Kodak, cause I'm dyin' to live
I prayed every night doin' my brother time in the pen
Seen niggas drop a dime
And take niggas life with a pen
How you wanna trade on him
He'll send you paper when you in a bind
We been had cake and we been ballin
We been Tim Duncan Hines
I'm layin' niggas down
If you come f*ck with mines
Told my brothers only up from here
And that shit come with time
Exaggerating beef as crazy
I guess that what come with lying
Real love, I get that shit come after dying
Pop up out the cut masked up, it's time to drill
I put that on my momma with the shits, A.R. got the drop in
If you really a street nigga, then send your drop then
You a sent off, lil' boy, you is not him
How you the store runner and on opp shit
Drop down on you with that mop stick
Show you niggas how to pop shit
Bitch, your momma might hate me for this hot shit
Uh, we slide that bitch unannounced
We slide 4-5 sticks, switch tags
We ride 4-5 fullie' to the whip
Put pounds in a rental, you still makin' that lil quarter flip
Could coach you on the game, show you that it's more to this
I'ma bust your brain with tryin' to open that back door and shit
You seen what brody do, you sure you want that shit
Niggas seen they lil' bitch f*ckin', they still want that bitch
Like, is you niggas HIM for real
Told lil' bro we slingin' fullies through the city
But bro had told me, chill
You flinch, lil' bro gon' shoot
He been itchin' to kill
Docs gon' be stitchin' him to live
Facebook get your face took
Don't be mentionin' Ced
We hit the road all tires
Like the Michelin man
How you in the shootout and drop the stick in your hand
You in the same city as your opps and can't stick out a plan
We slide, we do hits out of minivans
Catch you down bad, rearrangin' dental plans
That shit be cool till it hit the fan
Brr-brr-brr
Fully spent like it need a bill (Spit like it need a bib)
Seen what you niggas do for likes and barely got a crib
Sometimes I feel like Kodak, cause I'm dyin' to live
I prayed every night doin' my brother time in the pen
Seen niggas drop a dime
And take niggas life with a pen
How you wanna trade on him
He'll send you paper when you in a bind
We been had cake and we been ballin
We been Tim Duncan Hines
I'm layin' niggas down
If you come f*ck with mines
Told my brothers only up from here
And that shit come with time
Exaggerating beef as crazy
I guess that what come with lying
Real love, I get that shit come after dying
Writer: Darron Howard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid