Tangotalk

[Intro] Uh, yeah (Thank you, Timmy boy) (This s*it gon’ be crazy, Jacc) [Verse] Ain’t got no funds, ain’t got no guns, then you can’t come around (Then you can’t come around) Come here, where you going? Boy, you can’t run, you know we gun s*it down (Come here, come here, you know we gun s*it down) Yeah, you know I got love for all my n!ggas, it’s hard to leave ’em out (It’s hard to leave ’em out) He got hit in his leg, chest and head and now he bleeding out (Come here) Ain’t calling for no help, all by myself, b!tch, I’ma bang it out Extended mag whenever I pop outside, my clip be hanging out Dirty thirties, all we tote is thirties, my shots ain’t running out Nobody safe (No), we tryna kick your door and gun your mama down (And gun your mama down) We ain’t shooting up out no car, we bailing out on feet (Go get ’em) We pulling up, six times five, b!tch, we like thirty deep (Do the math) I got a son, got the same heart for my nephews and nieces (Family first) I got an addiction, b!tch, I’m fu*ked up ’bout the Percs and drank (Damn) You gon’ D-I-E, you play with Scoom, I’ll make you take a seat (I’ma make you take a seat) Got a brand-new b!tch, she thick and red, she go by Dominique (She go by) If I ever catch you dissing my brother, you gon’ feel this heat (The last time) I’m on my way back home from catching a B, now wipe me down with bleach (Wipe me down, wipe me down) Uh, baby girl, do you squirt or cream? I’m having too much motion, too much paper, too much everything (B!tch, I’m having) Better not make me mad when we in public, it’s gon’ be a scene (Don’t make me mad) He tried to run, we did his ass like Ricky, shout-out to my beam (Ricky) Yeah, he can’t get up (Yeah, he can’t get up) You ain’t coming back, this ain’t Call of Duty, b!tch, you can hang it up (Hang this b!tch the fu*k up) If you ain’t got no stripes or got no heart, then you can’t hang with us (You a b!tch) Whatever you do, you better play it smart or you’ll get turned to dust [Outro] You could die, you could die N!gga, you could die, you could die Uh, n!gga, you could die, you could die Put his ass to bed, sing a lullaby, you could die Your mama gon’ cry whenever you die, you could die. You Could Die lyrics – MAF Teeski : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com