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briscoe bands - die young lyrics

[intro]
(draco, draco, draco)
(die young)
(elvis, elvis, elvis)
(die young)

[verse]
you stupid, you think i’m a die young
i be that n+gga who slide or providin’, can’t walk in no where without my gun
you see them diamonds, they flashin’ and shinin’, you reach through me in the iron
b+tch, i’m a bull, so don’t get it confused i still got the heart of a lion
b+tch still slide or providin’
bend it, slide it, f+ck all them n+ggas who choose to show love when they hear you in jail or you dyin’
we caught that boy at the light, he ain’t come with his pipe so my n+ggas just fried him
f+ck all them n+ggas who d+ck ride a gang and they stay on their knees and they tired
boy i can’t wait ’til i get me a deal and it’s lit and my shooters for hire
tg man on hots and hе play with them glocks, if he come thеn he slidin’ with zaya
why the f+ck is you lying bout drills, give scottie his credit, rich glizzy you a liar
and that’s word to my brother we catch him, we clappin’ the chopper gon’ sing like mariah
this some sh+t i could never retire
bendin’, sliding, n+ggas be chattin’ and come with the action some n+ggas won’t up it and fire
remember them days i was trappin’ with p+14 tryna make me a dollar
when i slide through the l all them n+ggas just run, i feel like omar off the wire
a lot of times i was hurting, that n+gga felt worthless, couldn’t even go give me a hour
man, i f+ck with some n+ggas that’s crippin’ from [?] and shout out to makk up in howard
turned n+gga to ghost when i carry the tommy, now you seein’ how much i got power
remember them days when i first started rapping, i would come up with bars in the shower
you spin through the t, but i’m thinking you cappin’, lil’ bro stay on defense [?]
please do not try it, you see me in traffic just know that i stay with the heater
[?] my p+ss ’til i gave her some shots now we even like, boy, you could keep her
school wasn’t working, the staff wasn’t sh+t, so it had me like, f+ck all my teachers
still down for the gang and this sh+t never change, you gon’ fall if they say you a leader
[outro]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom, n+gga
like, lotti
(die young)

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