Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Die 2, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Die 2 |
| It’s just somethin' 'bout these pussy niggas I don’t like |
| You end up catch, you better act like you got one life |
| I do this shit up off the dome, I don’t even write |
| And I keep one up in the dome, I don’t even fight |
| I heard you left your mans, that ain’t even right |
| She wanna take a picture, she gon' do it for the likes |
| It’s only sevens and elevens when I roll the dice |
| I ain’t no role model, I can’t give you no good advice |
| I buy my own bottles, hard liquors with the ice |
| I got my own sticks, Russian choppers with the knife |
| I hit my own licks, let me run into something nice |
| And if you want a feature, hit my DM for the price |
| I got my gun, you ain’t got yours, run for your life |
| This two-two-three shoot through trees, it ain’t nothin' nice |
| She give me head in the straight, got me runnin' lights |
| Can’t get no sleep in the trap, I had long nights |
| This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang) |
| One up top, stupid nigga keep it on him |
| Hell Gang, take a nigga’s Jesus piece from him |
| Yeah, band duffle make a nigga’s nose bleed |
| The bezel on it make a forty look like forty three |
| Hardly get to go to sleep, tryna touch an M |
| Used to dream about ballin' but couldn’t touch the rim |
| Last year the Gangland scored a hundred kills |
| Tuck your tail, niggas scared, finna run the drill |
| How I’m 'posed to leave it when I love the field? |
| Nigga how I’m 'posed to leave it when I love the field? |
| They just gave my lil bruh a hundred years |
| If that don’t break a nigga, baby nothin' will |
| Pull up on his ass, let a hundred spill |
| Shooter Gang, I ain’t tryna be behind the wheel |
| If he don’t fall victim, we gon' double back |
| This that shit that niggas die to, run it back |
| This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang) |
| This that shit that niggas die to |
| You say you a killer nigga, who you tryna lie to? |
| Yeah I fucked your bitch nigga, I ain’t even try to |
| Big bullets stick to a nigga like a tattoo, ayy |
| I’m ridin' 'round illegal with this felon on me |
| I heard a pussy in the opps, I got 'em tellin' on me |
| My trap house got acres, serve you now and later |
| Got fifty in this TEC, boy don’t make me violate you |
| Ayy these hollow bullets turn your ribcage to some rib chips |
| White bitch with some fake tits and some pink lips |
| Compact, tote the small gat with the big clip |
| Talk shit, bitch we make your house do a backflip |
| Pussy nigga want beef, just let me know |
| Plug just sent me a hot potato, had to let it go |
| Don’t put no ring on thot bitch, just let her ho |
| Hang out the window with this chopper, then let it blow |
| This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy) |
| This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang) |