K Camp, T.I. - Till I Die lyrics
Kristopher Thomas Campbell
[K Camp, T.I. - Till I Die lyrics]
K way, K way, K way
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 (ya dig it now?)
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 some car cold
That's on the hill, 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, 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 (payroll)
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 (ya dig it now?)
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
And run that check up, be a hustler
Till I die, till I die, 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 and spill this Yac
Keep my lane young bitch, the car 'bout that
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 run it back
Yo, 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
Run out of cash, nigga, never that accept
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 (ya dig it now?)
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, till i die
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 (ya dig it now?)
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 some car cold
That's on the hill, 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, 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 (payroll)
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 (ya dig it now?)
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
And run that check up, be a hustler
Till I die, till I die, 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 and spill this Yac
Keep my lane young bitch, the car 'bout that
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 run it back
Yo, 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
Run out of cash, nigga, never that accept
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 (ya dig it now?)
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, till i die