Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Die Young , by - Street Bud. Song from the album Back 2 The Lab, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.02.2020
Record label: Huncho, Quality Control
Song language: English
Good Die Young |
| They say the good die young and that’s why I’m living |
| Stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling |
| I said the bag never empty, it’s replenished |
| Don’t worry about what’s in it, just need my percentage |
| I just swerved in a Bentley, I mixed Louis with the Fendi |
| I don’t know about you niggas y’all pretending |
| I done came up out the mud, shout out to my nigga Bud |
| 'Cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning |
| Fast talk, cash talk, this that murder, mask off |
| These lil niggas assed out and I’mma show they all talk |
| I’mma run up on 'em (on 'em) |
| Make 'em do the stanky leg (stanky leg) |
| I ain’t heard what you said (said) |
| I just want all the bread (yeah) |
| Talking these m’s in my bank, I mean they all blue (they blue) |
| Talking bout these broads in my face, I mean the all new |
| And we gon' keep on coming wit hits |
| So y’all can vibe to |
| So y’all can ride to |
| Put bs aside to |
| They say the good die young and that’s why I’m living |
| Stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling |
| I said the bag never empty, it’s replenished |
| Don’t worry about what’s in it, just need my percentage |
| I just swerved in a Bentley, I mixed Louis with the Fendi |
| I don’t know about you niggas y’all pretending |
| I done came up out the mud, shout out to my nigga Bud |
| 'Cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning |
| Aye, aye, aye |
| Pull up and hop out the whip (skrrt) |
| Walk in and hop in the VIP (the VIP) |
| I’m in my bag the bape way, I got the sauce don’t slip (no cap) |
| Pink all on my slip (no cap) |
| Hermès on my wrist (ice) |
| Mess wit the bro’s get dipped (get dipped) |
| I done came up got rich (slap) |
| Oooh, what a feeling |
| I done mixed the Louis with the Gucci, I be dripping |
| Reaching for my chain, you’ll get hanged boy, you tripping (no cap) |
| Boy you cannot hang, you is a lame, I don’t get it (take the L) |
| I’mma drop the top in the Range, spark the engine (I'm gone) |
| Pull off and I’m gone (I'm gone) |
| Designer to the ground |
| I can’t spell what I got on (I can’t) |
| Tom Ford my cologne (ooh) |
| And leave me alone, I’m in my bag, I’m in zone |
| They say the good die young and that’s why I’m living |
| Stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling |
| I said the bag never empty, it’s replenished |
| Don’t worry about what’s in it, just need my percentage |
| I just swerved in a Bentley, I mixed Louis with the Fendi |
| I don’t know about you niggas y’all pretending |
| I done came up out the mud, shout out to my nigga Bud |
| 'Cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning |