"Death B4 Dishonor" lyrics
BashfortheWorld & Splurge Lyrics
Aye
You just touched a hunnid, bitch
Where I'm from, we call that maintainin'
40 thousand in my pocket came from 'caine slangin'
I'm slidin' through the trenches where the J's hangin'
Bitch, swing my door open, see my chain swangin'
Upgrade your whole kit, that's called game changin'
Migo namin' everybody cause, that's called gang bangin'
Money talkin', tell me, baby, if you speak the same language
I seen my partna on the block, I told him, "Stay dangerous"
Half-steppin', grab the Drac' and leave 'em bloody, face-painted
Hood nigga in a meeting, you see cudi drank-tainin'
Real hustler, put in work, you want a Bentley or a Honda?
My nigga got jammed, he yellin', "Death before dishonor"
I done sold dope and changed ties for the Prada (I did)
I went from Payless to double F's on the collar (I did)
I went from outlets in Rowlett to Bal Harbour
Where I'm from, you got a choice, you die broke or ball harder
Aye, you either pickin' up the P's, shootin' threes or the Glock
You throwin' up the C's 'cause you bangin' the block
Migo said he call me blood 'cause he flamin' it hot
Locked in with the streets 'cause they knowin' what I got
I'm also locked in 'cause they knowin' what I'm not
I ain't never been a ho-ass nigga or a peon
Triple D, nigga, white tee and some Deions
Only thing I'm good at is gettin' money
Okay, boy, we really came from nothin', came from-
You know what I'm sayin'? All we do is count up, nigga
I don't know how to do nothin' else
You know, cost you a hundred dollars
Know what I'm sayin'?
You look at my wrist, this shit 40 thousand and up
I don't know everything, but I know one thing
We ain't checkin' the time, nigga, we checkin' the bando
Hundred thousand, 200 thousand
Checkin' the trap all the time, every day
Walkin' 'round 60 thousand dollar chains
Big-ass pendant, big-ass wrist, big-ass everything
That shit big, man, that's big
And they see it (Okay, okay)
They gon' always
And when we put up, we puttin' up loads
Ever since I was a kid, I seen my OG and I always knew
You know, I never wanted to
Put my wrist out the window
Have a job or have somebody tell me I had to go this way or that way
Man, fuckin' call the police, runnin' red lights, I don't give a fuck
Don't call us 'bout no hits unless you got more than a dub
Ain't never drunk no coffee, nigga, this Wock' inside the mud
I got dimes inside the VIP, they flockin' in the club
Double S chain got three emerald cuts, I'm a walkin' bathtub
Trap ain't dead, these nigga scared, my brother fuck the stove up
I'm in Queens eatin' chop cheese with a dirty pole tucked
You ain't never seen a switch or at least equip one
You ain't never cracked no seal on a pint then sip one
We got bitches at the top floor, let 'em do they big one
Keep my mouth zipped, I get 'em dipped for Rick Owens
Yeah, I'm at the top floor, it smell like dope and Tom Ford
Yeah, back then, I did some shit just to get some Concords
Yeah, scoot up with the checks, now that bitch sound like a lawnmower
Took a risk to bring them bags back, I'm a weed connoisseur
We done sold the nigga a bad batch and he still need more
I got diamonds in my teeth, I need a VVS fork
I got killers trailin' me, don't need no police escort
Hit the yams and drop some red on Miami Heat court
I got diamonds goopin' off me, nigga, my shoulder got warts
Put that money where your mouth is, I ain't goin' back and forth
Yeah, mixin' the old money with the new money
Goop gang, check the new piece
Go get some diamonds or something
Might buy a crib
Come talk to the boss, nigga
Might get a mansion or somethin'
Biggest of the biggest, nigga
Look at your contract, we'll buy you out that bitch
You just touched a hunnid, bitch
Where I'm from, we call that maintainin'
40 thousand in my pocket came from 'caine slangin'
I'm slidin' through the trenches where the J's hangin'
Bitch, swing my door open, see my chain swangin'
Upgrade your whole kit, that's called game changin'
Migo namin' everybody cause, that's called gang bangin'
Money talkin', tell me, baby, if you speak the same language
I seen my partna on the block, I told him, "Stay dangerous"
Half-steppin', grab the Drac' and leave 'em bloody, face-painted
Hood nigga in a meeting, you see cudi drank-tainin'
Real hustler, put in work, you want a Bentley or a Honda?
My nigga got jammed, he yellin', "Death before dishonor"
I done sold dope and changed ties for the Prada (I did)
I went from Payless to double F's on the collar (I did)
I went from outlets in Rowlett to Bal Harbour
Where I'm from, you got a choice, you die broke or ball harder
Aye, you either pickin' up the P's, shootin' threes or the Glock
You throwin' up the C's 'cause you bangin' the block
Migo said he call me blood 'cause he flamin' it hot
Locked in with the streets 'cause they knowin' what I got
I'm also locked in 'cause they knowin' what I'm not
I ain't never been a ho-ass nigga or a peon
Triple D, nigga, white tee and some Deions
Only thing I'm good at is gettin' money
Okay, boy, we really came from nothin', came from-
You know what I'm sayin'? All we do is count up, nigga
I don't know how to do nothin' else
You know, cost you a hundred dollars
Know what I'm sayin'?
You look at my wrist, this shit 40 thousand and up
I don't know everything, but I know one thing
We ain't checkin' the time, nigga, we checkin' the bando
Hundred thousand, 200 thousand
Checkin' the trap all the time, every day
Walkin' 'round 60 thousand dollar chains
Big-ass pendant, big-ass wrist, big-ass everything
That shit big, man, that's big
And they see it (Okay, okay)
They gon' always
And when we put up, we puttin' up loads
Ever since I was a kid, I seen my OG and I always knew
You know, I never wanted to
Put my wrist out the window
Have a job or have somebody tell me I had to go this way or that way
Man, fuckin' call the police, runnin' red lights, I don't give a fuck
Don't call us 'bout no hits unless you got more than a dub
Ain't never drunk no coffee, nigga, this Wock' inside the mud
I got dimes inside the VIP, they flockin' in the club
Double S chain got three emerald cuts, I'm a walkin' bathtub
Trap ain't dead, these nigga scared, my brother fuck the stove up
I'm in Queens eatin' chop cheese with a dirty pole tucked
You ain't never seen a switch or at least equip one
You ain't never cracked no seal on a pint then sip one
We got bitches at the top floor, let 'em do they big one
Keep my mouth zipped, I get 'em dipped for Rick Owens
Yeah, I'm at the top floor, it smell like dope and Tom Ford
Yeah, back then, I did some shit just to get some Concords
Yeah, scoot up with the checks, now that bitch sound like a lawnmower
Took a risk to bring them bags back, I'm a weed connoisseur
We done sold the nigga a bad batch and he still need more
I got diamonds in my teeth, I need a VVS fork
I got killers trailin' me, don't need no police escort
Hit the yams and drop some red on Miami Heat court
I got diamonds goopin' off me, nigga, my shoulder got warts
Put that money where your mouth is, I ain't goin' back and forth
Yeah, mixin' the old money with the new money
Goop gang, check the new piece
Go get some diamonds or something
Might buy a crib
Come talk to the boss, nigga
Might get a mansion or somethin'
Biggest of the biggest, nigga
Look at your contract, we'll buy you out that bitch
