Tommy Wright III - Die n***a Die lyrics

(feat. Tini) [Hook: Tommy Wright] Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die n***a die n***a die n***a die, Got a big clip wid a Jason mask [x4] [Verse 1: Tini] Jealous bustas dwell, what the hell, it is me finally Welcome to the game so glad that you came No longer vampin' from the scene missed Tini Nineteen-tini five wid the solo Told you I was gonna creep, so here it is God damn Everybody gotta put a hold on they tape Cause the muggin' family is goin' to the top man, Peepin' robbin' chiefin' everyday life of a thug, Gimme love, robbers steady creepin' to the east A quarter after eleven it's almost that time for the leprechaun to creep Tini just in back get my gat plus my back pack Creepin' up from out the dark I gotta get'cha fool Seven Jason masks wid the buckshots and the anna cannons How in the f** can I lose? [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Tini] Grippin' on my glock, lookin' down my block, Seein' what's up by the bump, Before I hit the track get my back pack Makin' sure I got another clip for my gat when I rat-tat, Did you see me?, hocus pocus in the dust From the quickness I be ventin' never seen, It's a drought, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the cops I'm a robber so let me count my green, Two fifteens, bumpin' in my trunk, detachable face partner Chevy thang wid green oxy trevols spark it wid the vogues Wid the gold stole from the white folks, Slowly I approach, to the car, Smack you buck up b**h and get yo a** out Open up the door, f** the kids, shoot the dad k** the mommy Your a** shouldn'ta stopped at the red light Got a Lexus, and it ride so smooth Finna dodge this motherf**a 'fore I give it up Got it right into the chop shop Then it's downtown ridin' from the po-pos where I'm never found Then I turn it in, seven Gs in my pocket flat Got a fat knot swellin' from my right thigh, Keep a hustle anyway I can, to the night I die stay high, No lookin' back, danger lurks and it hurts If it catch, then I bet'cha that it's me too, Don't set to rinse say what'cha gonna do Cause when you slip don't make a move, It's kinda sad though, they got me mad into the game And when it's time I'm steady bustin' at my jealous friends, Got a guage, hangin' out the window, n***as in my neighbourhood sippin' on Hen [Hook: 'til fade]