Truce - die young Lyrics

Yuh yuh, too many of yall is my son
Walked in da function, they playing my song
These niggas tryna' be what we on
I got that light here for a peon
Smoking Buzz Lightyear, going beyond
I'm not evil bae, I know I did wrong
No I can't pick up the phone
Had to let bygones be bygones
Why all my niggas gotta die young
Why all my niggas gotta die young
Why all my niggas gotta die young
Wh-why my bruddas gotta die young
I don't wanna die young, keep that fye on
I'm on go, f*ck a red light
She tryna' have a good night, no
I can not give you pipe
Chase a bag, all my bruddas get right
Smoking good za, I ain't scared of heights
Sipping Fanta with tris in the ice
Feel like Santa, got my list looking nice
Yeah, I gotta' couple naughty hoes
Migo plug, and he saying adios
Shoutout ROP, yeah I love my bros
Real mem, yeah we going up fasho
White Chicks, niggas going federal
White strips, Colgate how I'm in her mouth
But no I ain't never kiss and told
Yuh, and he want smoke wit my gang
Put em' in the ground like mineral
Yuh, me and blue can not miss
Making hits back to back in a row
Too many of yall is my son
Walked in da function, they playing my song
These niggas tryna' be what we on
I got that light here for a peon
Smoking Buzz Lightyear, going beyond
I'm not evil bae, I know I did wrong
No I can't pick up the phone
Had to let bygones be bygones
Why all my niggas gotta die young
Why all my niggas gotta die young
Why all my niggas gotta die young
Wh-why my bruddas gotta die young
I don't wanna die young, keep that fye on
I'm on go, f*ck a red light
She tryna' have a good night, no