You dig?
You gon' die
You gon' die
You gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
We shoot .223's (baw)
We'll take your life (gang)
We out with the gang
You know we gon' slide
We out with them bees
All up in a hive
You talk down on me
Nigga you gon' die
We a different kind
And we be on different times
Rocking number nine jeans
And I be so fly
We from different sides
Pussy I'ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch and you gon' die
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Let's go, let's go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No a nigga didn't cry (let's go)
Don't f*ck with niggas on different sides
These niggas be switching sides (and I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside
Finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking bout' gang shit
be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
We get a pic right now and a pic back then
It's like the same pic, I'm with the same clique
I'm with Trippie Redd (yeah)
You with a bitch he scared (ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead
I had to
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Death Video (MV)
Performed By: Trippie Redd
From Album: A Love Letter To You 4
Written by: Michael Lamar White, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Year: 2019
Trippie Redd - Death Lyrics
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You dig?
You gon' die
You gon' die
You gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
We shoot .223's (baw)
We'll take your life (gang)
We out with the gang
You know we gon' slide
We out with them bees
All up in a hive
You talk down on me
Nigga you gon' die
We a different kind
And we be on different times
Rocking number nine jeans
And I be so fly
We from different sides
Pussy I'ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch and you gon' die
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Let's go, let's go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No a nigga didn't cry (let's go)
Don't f*ck with niggas on different sides
These niggas be switching sides (and I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside
Finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking bout' gang shit
be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
We get a pic right now and a pic back then
It's like the same pic, I'm with the same clique
I'm with Trippie Redd (yeah)
You with a bitch he scared (ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead
I had to
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
You gon' die
You gon' die
You gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
We shoot .223's (baw)
We'll take your life (gang)
We out with the gang
You know we gon' slide
We out with them bees
All up in a hive
You talk down on me
Nigga you gon' die
We a different kind
And we be on different times
Rocking number nine jeans
And I be so fly
We from different sides
Pussy I'ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch and you gon' die
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Let's go, let's go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No a nigga didn't cry (let's go)
Don't f*ck with niggas on different sides
These niggas be switching sides (and I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside
Finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking bout' gang shit
be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
We get a pic right now and a pic back then
It's like the same pic, I'm with the same clique
I'm with Trippie Redd (yeah)
You with a bitch he scared (ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead
I had to
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Writer: Michael Lamar White, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
