You wont respawn by wubz Lyrics

[Intro]
Wubz, you killed this shit my boy
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[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, iced out wrist
Take yo bitch with my iPhone 6
Fuck with the gang, I got the stick
With the drum money, it go bli bli bli
Aye, fuck with a nigga, fuck with a nigga, what
He gon' die from a nigga, die from a nigga, yeah
Aye, fuck with a nigga, fuck with a nigga, what
He gon' die from a nigga, die from a nigga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Flexin', move on to the next bitch
Two Glocks, two hands ambidextrous
Iced out, bust down on my necklace
Talk shit, but we finna get wreckless
Stackin' my chips, loadin' the clip
Roll down the window and shoot out the whip
Roll it back up, don't give a fuck
My ex told me back nigga, ain't that shit rough
You ain't with the shit cuz you bitch made
Yeah I'm in the cut, like a switchblade
Steal shit, and shoot niggas look D-way
Shoot off yo sides, like a dry fade
[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, iced out wrist
Take yo bitch with my iPhone 6
Fuck with the gang, I got the stick
With the drum money, it go bli bli bli
Aye, fuck with a nigga, fuck with a nigga, what
He gon' die from a nigga, die from a nigga, yeah
Aye, fuck with a nigga, fuck with a nigga, what
He gon' die from a nigga, die from a nigga, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm with the gang, we not lackin'
They think that I'm Thanos, I'm not snappin'
Bitch, I am a demon, I'm not cappin'
I'll shoot up the block, now we laughin'
They think Imma die, I got the strap
Orbital Visa, I look at the map
Fuck on the thottie I met on the Snap
I just want the neck, so I'm not finna tap

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, iced out wrist
Take yo bitch with my iPhone 6
Fuck with the gang, I got the stick
With the drum money, it go bli bli bli
Aye, fuck with a nigga, fuck with a nigga, what
He gon' die from a nigga, die from a nigga, yeah
Aye, fuck with a nigga, fuck with a nigga, what
He gon' die from a nigga, die from a nigga, yeah
[Outro]
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