"DEATH" lyrics
(Feel like Patt too calm)
I promised myself I would go with my mother
I hate you niggas
Pain, pain, give me death, nigga
(L producer, Patt) Give me death
We was going through pain
Creeping down in the Kreeps, it was keeping me sane
Hoodie down with the Mikes, treat this shit like the range
Got the Blazer with me, he gon' blaze like he Dam'
Bino the pack, how they mentionin' A3?
Shout-out the Trey, I got love for the Apey
Stay with a Makk, he gon' do it for Zay3
Pop never came down the steps, nigga crazy
FL3 walk up the block, every time we gon' walk up the block, every time we got wavy
Nigga keep flickin' his wrists saying, "Ball out for Nu," like we did, nigga, Tracy McGrady
That's why I'm smoking the Jet, blame Pop, he took one to the chest and the nigga got lazy
Like why the fuck they keep thinkin' they crazy? Free Baby J, he got wavy with lady, baow, baow
Niggas gotta two-step with the knock, nigga, turn on the beam and then throw what you got
Niggas landed the Jet, niggas must've forgot, we did two in one day, we was movin' too hot
KdottDaG really ducked from the chop, long live Nu, we did that for the plot
Nigga, I'm with the 'Wokk tryna flick on a 'Wokk, and they mentionin' Zay so it's never gon' stop
Baow, nigga, Bino took one to the top
Baow, nigga, Dollaz took one and he dropped
Baow, nigga, Quai tried to run and he stopped
Baow, nigga, Fazo the pack of the block
Sturdy up with the tan, I thought that it jammed, I was smacking the tan
Tryna do it for bro, fighting case after case, if I catch me a buck', I'll be good in the can
Free all the bros, they got stuck in a jam, hoodie down with the ball, never needed a plan
Flick on a drill, keep the ball in your hand, we just turn on the beam and go get in your stance
Niggas buggin' for bro, niggas walkin' in silence, we on the opps, they ain't care for a plan
Really want us a buck', we not blowin' from deep, yeah, I'm blowin' the G when I get in my stance, baow, baow
We was going through pain
Creeping down in the Kreeps, it was keeping me sane
Hoodie down with the Mikes, treat this shit like the range
Got the Blazer with me, he gon' blaze like he Dam'
Bino the pack, how they mentionin' A3?
Shout-out the Trey, I got love for the Apey
Stay with a Makk, he gon' do it for Zay3
Pop never came down the steps, nigga crazy
(Give me death)
I promised myself I would go with my mother
I hate you niggas
Pain, pain, give me death, nigga
(L producer, Patt) Give me death
We was going through pain
Creeping down in the Kreeps, it was keeping me sane
Hoodie down with the Mikes, treat this shit like the range
Got the Blazer with me, he gon' blaze like he Dam'
Bino the pack, how they mentionin' A3?
Shout-out the Trey, I got love for the Apey
Stay with a Makk, he gon' do it for Zay3
Pop never came down the steps, nigga crazy
FL3 walk up the block, every time we gon' walk up the block, every time we got wavy
Nigga keep flickin' his wrists saying, "Ball out for Nu," like we did, nigga, Tracy McGrady
That's why I'm smoking the Jet, blame Pop, he took one to the chest and the nigga got lazy
Like why the fuck they keep thinkin' they crazy? Free Baby J, he got wavy with lady, baow, baow
Niggas gotta two-step with the knock, nigga, turn on the beam and then throw what you got
Niggas landed the Jet, niggas must've forgot, we did two in one day, we was movin' too hot
KdottDaG really ducked from the chop, long live Nu, we did that for the plot
Nigga, I'm with the 'Wokk tryna flick on a 'Wokk, and they mentionin' Zay so it's never gon' stop
Baow, nigga, Bino took one to the top
Baow, nigga, Dollaz took one and he dropped
Baow, nigga, Quai tried to run and he stopped
Baow, nigga, Fazo the pack of the block
Sturdy up with the tan, I thought that it jammed, I was smacking the tan
Tryna do it for bro, fighting case after case, if I catch me a buck', I'll be good in the can
Free all the bros, they got stuck in a jam, hoodie down with the ball, never needed a plan
Flick on a drill, keep the ball in your hand, we just turn on the beam and go get in your stance
Niggas buggin' for bro, niggas walkin' in silence, we on the opps, they ain't care for a plan
Really want us a buck', we not blowin' from deep, yeah, I'm blowin' the G when I get in my stance, baow, baow
We was going through pain
Creeping down in the Kreeps, it was keeping me sane
Hoodie down with the Mikes, treat this shit like the range
Got the Blazer with me, he gon' blaze like he Dam'
Bino the pack, how they mentionin' A3?
Shout-out the Trey, I got love for the Apey
Stay with a Makk, he gon' do it for Zay3
Pop never came down the steps, nigga crazy
(Give me death)
