Robb Bank$ - Die4Me lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Die4Me lyrics]
Cut, nigga tuh i keep hitting my cup
Nigga get me high for hours
I wanna get high for months, hotel
Lil nervous baby
I ain't gonna lie, Rick, I like this song
Look real nervous, baby huh, huh
Death Note, death stone
Left stroke, breast stroke
Money long, your shorty
Like Mike, shoot for it
New Phone, who calling? Who this? New money
Nah, for real, you talking shit, I run it
You can get it, how you want it?
Bentley, Rari, foreign, Audi
Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
Pieces hitting, bitches flocking
Your bitch jocking, your bitch, your bitch
Bently, Rari, foreign, Audi
Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
Pieces hitting, call me Griffith
Call me Griffith
(let me talk that shit for real)
About four years ago
I got the love of my life bitch lied to me
Said she was pregnant, but
Come to find out it was from one of my niggas
Came to me, told me that she
Was forced into signing, she don't want it
Falconia king
Tell me, would you die for me?
Give it up, throw your life away
Break up, say goodbye to me
You'll leave it all behind for me
Tell me, would you die for me?
Give it up, throw your life away
Break up, say goodbye to me
Curse mark, sacrifice for me
Seem like everyday more people in my
Life don't believe in me
Codeine lollipops, I got 3 kidneys
I ain't never want this life
Ain't teasing me you tryna force greatness
'cause you see it in me
6, 9 milli, I keep the piece
Got 20 knives in my back
You wouldn't bleed for me
Nigga got a hundred fake friends
That got heat for me
I know the game to a tee
And I play with cheats
Breathe in, breathe in, tryna breathe with me
Bullet hole in my lungs, from a 350
I exhale gun smoke, watch me clean the scene
Bitch, I got outlines of chalk
And some streets to sweep
Feel it in the air, in the air
My ghost, I left my shell right there
Always got the memory if all else fails
Tay-K, do the race
Tortoise shells at your heel
Aight, ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah, ah
Tell me baby, would you die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die die, die, die, die
Die, yeah, keep that shit low, low
Keep your voice low, uh
Tip toe, yeah, baby, tip toe, uh
Please don't my bitch
One time with it, get my belt out, like
Nigga get me high for hours
I wanna get high for months, hotel
Lil nervous baby
I ain't gonna lie, Rick, I like this song
Look real nervous, baby huh, huh
Death Note, death stone
Left stroke, breast stroke
Money long, your shorty
Like Mike, shoot for it
New Phone, who calling? Who this? New money
Nah, for real, you talking shit, I run it
You can get it, how you want it?
Bentley, Rari, foreign, Audi
Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
Pieces hitting, bitches flocking
Your bitch jocking, your bitch, your bitch
Bently, Rari, foreign, Audi
Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
Pieces hitting, call me Griffith
Call me Griffith
(let me talk that shit for real)
About four years ago
I got the love of my life bitch lied to me
Said she was pregnant, but
Come to find out it was from one of my niggas
Came to me, told me that she
Was forced into signing, she don't want it
Falconia king
Tell me, would you die for me?
Give it up, throw your life away
Break up, say goodbye to me
You'll leave it all behind for me
Tell me, would you die for me?
Give it up, throw your life away
Break up, say goodbye to me
Curse mark, sacrifice for me
Seem like everyday more people in my
Life don't believe in me
Codeine lollipops, I got 3 kidneys
I ain't never want this life
Ain't teasing me you tryna force greatness
'cause you see it in me
6, 9 milli, I keep the piece
Got 20 knives in my back
You wouldn't bleed for me
Nigga got a hundred fake friends
That got heat for me
I know the game to a tee
And I play with cheats
Breathe in, breathe in, tryna breathe with me
Bullet hole in my lungs, from a 350
I exhale gun smoke, watch me clean the scene
Bitch, I got outlines of chalk
And some streets to sweep
Feel it in the air, in the air
My ghost, I left my shell right there
Always got the memory if all else fails
Tay-K, do the race
Tortoise shells at your heel
Aight, ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah, ah
Tell me baby, would you die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die die, die, die, die
Die, yeah, keep that shit low, low
Keep your voice low, uh
Tip toe, yeah, baby, tip toe, uh
Please don't my bitch
One time with it, get my belt out, like