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Lyrify.me

Die with Me by KC Ruskii Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro]
Know we count up that money like, know what I'm sayin', a hundred
One, two, three, four, five, you know what I'm sayin'
That's six, that's seven
That's eight, that's nine
CorMill, these niggas sound crazy

[Chorus]
Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports)
Back in '15, was sixteen years old (Like I'm high, jumped off the porch)
Then '17, had that thing on go (And you get torched)
Through all this bling, all these things don't show (Yeah, yeah)
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it

[Verse]
Who said family'll never fold? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who to say these niggas ain't never told? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who say these shooters ain't always blow? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who to say my heart done got left in snow? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big guns got kick like Ryu (On God, on God, on God)
Got a big old head on my stick like Caillou (Yeah, yeah)
12 locked like four my niggas up off indictments
They ain't even really gangbangin', just niggas out here hypin' (Throwin' them B's)
'Bout to cop the new Chevy ride, got another one just like it
All of this a perception, need a windshield for my wipers
Rap shit don't work out, I'm robbin', baby need diapers
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas keep comparing, they some minors
I ain't gon' slow up, on God, I ain't gon' give up
All these niggas, they jealous, I swear I ain't had enough
On God, I ain't gon' pour up, I had too much in my cup
Too much on my plate, baby mama need help with some stuff
We ain't gon' give up
Whatever pack I get, I limousine it
Whatever spot I'm out, I trampoline it
You'll get killed for beef, you in between it
I'm 'bout my money, don't be intervening
Smokin' on OG, yeah, that Luigi
Saw solid niggas get broke down to pieces
If I ever lose to a pony, I'ma rob him 'cause I'm greedy
Young nigga straight from Hamilton and I keep it
[Chorus]
Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports)
Back in '15, was sixteen years old (Like I'm high, jumped off the porch)
Then '17, had that thing on go (And you get torched)
Through all this bling, all these things don't show (Yeah, yeah)
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it

[Outro]
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it