D3athD4yFr3estyle Lyrics

Bout to hop in the stu

You already know

I found well like two three beats

And then I'm gonna help RMAN produce whatever type of song he's gonna do

We in that mode

It's about that time

Oh shi this hard

I made this?

Yeah

Let's go

Let's go

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

I'ma go slow so you can understand

Stop flexing on fake-ass bands

Stop doing that gay-ass dance

Stop putting your head in the sand

Stop saying you part of that clan

Codeine all up in my motherfucking can

Glock make a niggas do the runnin man

Too much smoke I can barely see

(Phew Phew Phew)

RIP Lil Keed

Let me talk my shit real quick

Your dad is a bitch

(Fuck that nigga)

That nigga is a bitch

Don't make me hit that nigga with a clip

Make his head do the motherfucking splits

I guess he aint know it was his death day

(Bitch ass nigga)

Fuck it

Anyways

Growing up I always stayed to myself

Leave me alone

I don't need your help

I jus want the money the green the kelp

I'm on these drugs

Don't know how I felt

No I ain't rocking no BB belt

Snitch-ass nigga

Yeah I know he gon' tell

So I'm fucking this bitch from Yale

She's stuck in my mind

She must did a spell

Now I'm thinking what I'm gon' do next

But I ain't never gon' tell no soul

Bitch-ass nigga

Yeah he gon' fold

Winter time

Yeah but I ain't even cold

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' die

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' cry

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' die

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' cry

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' die

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' cry

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' die

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' cry

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' die

Yes it's his death day

So he gon' cry