Die4Me - Robb Bank$

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