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p.y.g - do or die lyrics

[intro: y.spend, shocks]
boom productions
young spend
real f-cking g
tryna hold me down, but i’ll soon come home
hold tight mad max
man like billy da kid
young [?]
young taz
real g’s

[verse 1: shocks]
n-ggas know nizzy is a hot place
clocked face, get a c-cked gauge, to your shocked face (bow)
see the feds fam? it’s a cop chase
drop mate, with your shocked face, on the rough paves (dead)
then i rest off on a sunday
got me a couple z shots for a d-mn change
plus i got stopped by the mj
oh [?] p-ss i got nicked on a wrong day
catch me on the strip, everyday, ’cause i’m getting paid (yeah)
me, mk, jim jones and my n-gga [?]
you can get the four fifth chrome in your flipping face
you can get your boys wig dome by the ricochet
n-ggas who, never knew me, they be begging it
if you slip, with a few g, then i’m taking it
in the beef, me and boost we, won’t be legging it
try and cop me an uzi and extended clip
i ain’t gonna lie i was a bit depressed bro
cah, true say, i just couldn’t get dough
get [?], get straps fam, and we let go
get rid of all the evidence, with the petrol (burn)
touch jj, best run to the feds bro (sprint)
cah, you will, get bun, with the [?] nose
c-ck back, let the ting go through his best clothes (bow bow)
cars speeding up, on the roads, like tempo

[chorus: tiny boost, shocks]
n-ggas better roll with the side, if you ain’t gotta gun
get bun with the [?] nose
’cause i’ve got a couple gunners in the squad
c-ck back, squeeze off and hope that you die
n-ggas better roll with the side, if you ain’t gotta gun
get bun with the [?] nose
’cause i’ve got a couple gunners in the squad
c-ck back, squeeze off and hope that you die

[verse 2: tiny boost]
i hope the feds ain’t close to my back (back)
black ‘danna and i’m holding a strap, and you know where it’s at
in my pocket, i’ll pop it, all over your back
home visits, get blood, all over your flat
little f-g shouldn’t open your trap
’cause if i open the bag
bring it out, and start choking the gat
you’ll be in the air, floating and dat
it ain’t win when it blows off your cap, just know that you’re clapped
sn1, but i ain’t f-cking with the different sets (nope)
still get si’ed but any sort of disrespect (instant)
motherf-ckers best know (better know, better)
violate, i’ll let it slip through your flipping neck
talk for my team (team), walk with my heat (heat)
p-ssies think i’m slipping ’til i cause up a scene
and i’m talking ’bout a mk’s front page (front page)
now you’re the talk of the streets
n-ggas better know that i ride (ride)
p-ssies better know that it’s time to get domed with the nine (nine)
bruv, i won’t get known for the crime
masked up, leather gloves when i roll on your life

[chorus: tiny boost, shocks]
n-ggas better roll with a side, if you ain’t gotta gun better roll with your knife
’cause i’ve got a couple gunners in the squad (in the squad)
that will squeeze off and hope that you die
n-ggas better roll with the side, if you ain’t gotta gun
get bun with the [?] nose
’cause i’ve got a couple gunners in the squad (in the squad)
c-ck back, squeeze off and hope that you die
n-ggas better roll with the side, if you ain’t gotta gun
get bun with the [?] nose
’cause i’ve got a couple gunners in the squad (in the squad)
c-ck back, squeeze off and hope that you die

- p y g lyrics

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