do over don't - purple tombstone lyrics
[intro: fellz]
give me bread he gon’ die on demand
i ride by send him up to his mans
we pull up to the party we ain’t come to party i won’t even shake any hands
[chorus: stickz]
headshot if he tryna play mine guarantee imma die ‘bout my n+gga
(my n+gga my n+gga)
ten shots while i’m riding through the city right hand all on top of my pistol
(my pistol my pistol)
two hoes all on top of my back i ain’t really been checking my schedule
money long, codeine still f+ck with my liver
(my liver my liver)
still f+ck wit my liver, i ain’t playin’ no games i’ll die by my n+gga
(my n+gga my n+gga)
i’ll die for my n+gga, switch lanes grip grain i’ll slide for my n+ggas
(my n+gga my n+gga)
don’t slide on my n+ggas, six days no sleep gettin’ high with my n+ggas
outside wit my n+ggas, say you shooting at mе then you gotta die n+gga
(my n+gga my n+gga)
boy you finna die n+gga
(diе n+gga die n+gga)
[verse 1: fellz]
give me bread he gon’ die on demand
i ride by send him up to his mans
we pull up to the party we ain’t come to party i won’t even shake any hands
fifty shots bound to knock that lil’ smirk off his face please don’t smile at my n+ggas
(my n+gga my n+gga)
i ain’t really been checking the time only focused on me and my n+ggas
murk a block for my n+ggas, touchdown with my n+ggas
if they rundown i’m gunning, i got stickz b+tch i’m pulling up drumming
you can’t k!ll me, i’m pulling up stunting
[verse 2: stickz]
baby i’m in a black car drilling
you would think i was hef how i jump out that b+tch i be driving with six hoes in it
catch a n+gga put six holes in ‘em
big shot, i be drowning in women
codeine steady drowning my liver
back then it was me and my n+ggas
money talk i be hearing that whisper
[bridge: fellz]
give me bread he gon’ die on demand
i ride by send him up to his mans
we pull up to the party we ain’t come to party i won’t even shake any hands
[chorus: stickz]
headshot if he tryna play mine guarantee imma die ‘bout my n+gga
(my n+gga my n+gga)
ten shots while i’m riding through the city right hand all on top of my pistol
(my pistol my pistol)
two hoes all on top of my back i ain’t really been checking my schedule
money long, codeine still f+ck with my liver
(my liver my liver)
still f+ck wit my liver, i ain’t playin’ no games i’ll die by my n+gga
(my n+gga my n+gga)
i’ll die for my n+gga, switch lanes grip grain i’ll slide for my n+ggas
(my n+gga my n+gga)
don’t slide on my n+ggas, six days no sleep gettin’ high with my n+ggas
outside wit my n+ggas, say you shooting at me then you gotta die n+gga
(my n+gga my n+gga)
boy you finna die n+gga
[outro: fellz]
i don’t play when i’m out on the road never lack
b+tch i roll with a pole in my lap
play with my money, you play with your life
b+tch i got it out the trap
b+tch i k!ll for the n+ggas around me
i was down and n+ggas tried to down me
i cannot have no f+ck n+ggas around me
hit him in his head and face down how they found him
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