do or die (feat. 308esko)

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308 Youngin

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You got another one, you got another one
ZZ, I tell that boy he don't want no smoke, I swear to God we applying pressure
Hit him with Berettas ,, then we tell your mama pick your head up, I'm so fucked up like a felter
I ain't gon' play with people, change it like the weather
I got my bread up, I been changing all this shit, I been trying to get it right
See I can't die inside this shit cause I know this shit do or die
I told them if they take my life y'all better go and start a riot
But I been drinking too much syrup , feel like my body on autopilot
And then I'm going to drink some more, yeah it's sad as f*ck I saw my brother change about a hoe
He got hit with that fire, that stupid nigga went and dropped the roll
I smoke it to much za , it feel like my lungs up on the floor
They said Look at youngin, he off all them percs
Before I even had a pole, you know Lil Youngin put in the work
I feel like Kanan , I don't give a f*ck, put my son on that shirt
Ever since they killed my dog, I swear to God I feel like my soul been hurt
But i been bouncing back, drop a hat, don't give a f*ck I'm spinning back
You send a shot, I send one back, you know I'm finna double back
That nigga change up like a fucking bitch and I ain't smelling that
Chopper hit him in his body, then we burn his stomach back
Shot fired, I don't give a f*ck, I swear to God I'm trying to knock one nigga
Ayy you dissing on the net, I'm screaming wagwan nigga
He tried to diss up on that net, he caught a hot one nigga
I don't give a f*ck, I'm quick, he had to go and pop one nigga
Make sure your shoes tied, trying to take the trip nigga
I be with some steppers when I go out, I'ma keep my pistol
She went out the way and fucked my bro, I went and f*ck her sister
Nigga still getting money, why the f*ck that nigga lie to you
I'm going through these hundreds like it's nothing
Like I fell in love with drugs, drugs, guns and some money
They pop out again, we hopping out dumping
They love my music, I hit in his stomach
Sweep him off his feet, he ain't shoot nothing
All them niggas gon' see his thumping
Said I'm addicted to the smoke, I need some reup
They shouldn't took lil bunky, it was all just dissing that shit
Till that nigga pulled up on me, walked him down
He ain't have it on him, that lil' hoe had tried to trap me
So I keep a condom, ain't nothing but a problem solver
These folks just ain't hearing me, we don't play no foolery
Loading up these 223s, and we getting bags in for the low we gone sell them cheap
Niggas better not play with me and Youngin' or he gone make a tee

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