Die Nigga Die lyrics

f/ Tini



Hook: Tommy Wright



Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split

Die nigga die nigga die nigga die,

Got a big clip wid a Jason mask

(4x)



[Verse 1: Tini]

Jealous bustas dwell, what the hell, it is me finally

Welcome to the game so glad that you came

No longer vampin` from the scene missed Tini

Nineteen-tini five wid the solo

Told you I was gonna creep, so here it is God damn

Everybody gotta put a hold on they tape

cause the muggin` family is goin` to the top man,

Peepin` robbin` chiefin` everyday life of a thug,

Gimme love, robbers steady creepin` to the east

A quarter after eleven it`s almost that time for the leprechaun to creep

Tini just in back get my gat plus my back pack

Creepin` up from out the dark I gotta get`cha fool

Seven Jason masks wid the buckshots and the anna cannons

How in the fuck can I lose?



Hook (4x)



[Verse 2: Tini]

Grippin` on my glock, lookin` down my block,

Seein` what`s up by the bump,

Before I hit the track get my back pack

makin` sure I got another clip for my gat when I rat-tat,

Did you see me?, hocus pocus in the dust

from the quickness I be ventin` never seen,

It`s a drought, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the cops

I`m a robber so let me count my green,

Two fifteens, bumpin` in my trunk, detachable face partner

Chevy thang wid green oxy trevols spark it wid the vogues

wid the gold stole from the white folks,

Slowly I approach, to the car,

Smack you buck up bitch and get yo ass out

Open up the door, fuck the kids, shoot the dad kill the mommy

Your ass shouldn`ta stopped at the red light

Got a Lexus, and it ride so smooth

Finna dodge this motherfucka `fore I give it up

Got it right into the chop shop

Then it`s downtown ridin` from the po-pos where I`m never found

Then I turn it in, seven Gs in my pocket flat

got a fat knot swellin` from my right thigh,

Keep a hustle anyway I can, to the night I die stay high,

No lookin` back, danger lurks and it hurts

if it catch, then I bet`cha that it`s me too,

Don`t set to rinse say what`cha gonna do

Cause when you slip don`t make a move,

It`s kinda sad though, they got me mad into the game

and when it`s time I`m steady bustin` at my jealous friends,

Got a guage, hangin` out the window,

Niggas in my neighbourhood sippin` on Hen



Hook (`til fade)
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