Death (Feat. DaBaby)

Ya dig You gon' die You gon' die You gon' die Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, uh, what that mean Yeah, what that mean I'm outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch, uh What that mean We all lit, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch, uh Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt Yeah Choppa big, it blow you back Yeah Hanging with them slatts Yeah Pussy nigga, we tote gats Yeah, yeah Nigga, you get whacked Gang, gang That's on gang and that's all facts, uh Yeah, yeah Verse 1: Trippie Redd We shoot .223's Bah, we'll take your life Gang Me, I'm with the gang, you know we gon' slide We all with them bees, all up in the hive You talk down on me, nigga, you gon' die We a different kind, and we be on different time Rocking Number Nine jeans, and I be so fly We from different sides, pussy, I'ma up that fire Talking all that tough shit on the gang Pussy bitch, and you gon' die Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, huh, you gon' die Yeah, nigga, you gon' die Huh, you gon' die Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, uh, what that mean Yeah, what that mean I'm outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch, uh What that mean We all lit, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch, uh Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt Yeah Choppa big, it blow you back Yeah Hanging with them slatts Yeah Pussy nigga, we tote gats Yeah, yeah Nigga, you get whacked Gang, gang That's on gang and that's all facts, uh Yeah, yeah Verse 2: DaBaby Let's go, let's go Have you ever seen a nigga die Yeah When I did, went home and smoked a blunt No, a nigga didn't cry Let's go Don't fuck with niggas on different side These niggas be switchin' sides And I In a whip with a nigga bitch inside, finna give my dick a ride Only nigga that be talking 'bout gang shit be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit Look at a pic right now and the pic back then It's not the same pic, I'm with the same clique I'm with Trippie Redd Yeah Oh, you with a bitch, he scared Ha A lot of niggas like to play with they life The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo I had to Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, huh, you gon' die Yeah, nigga, you gon' die Huh, you gon' die Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, uh, what that mean Yeah, what that mean I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch, uh What that mean We all lit, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch, uh Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt Yeah Choppa big, it blow you back Yeah Hanging with them slatts Yeah Pussy nigga, we tote gats Yeah, yeah Nigga, you get whacked Gang, gang That's on gang and that's all facts, uh Yeah, yeah