Die With Regret

Yah

Talm' 'bout Glocks, you ain't talm' 'bout nothing

Hah

Live and play 'bout it, gon' die by the gun

And I trap out the ten, and I done made me a ton

And it's long packs on me, but she grab on the john

I just got out of prison, she wan' hang with a con

And it's stack on my plate, I go filet mignon

Yeah, I'm black, but go Kamikaze, that's the bomb

Just got back to the fitted, lil' demon my arm

Yeah, it's time to suit up, but ain't talkin' 'bout no prom

I put on the marni, this Glock, this bitch hang out my joggers

Do you got a problem? I popped out, black Balenciaga

Yeah, I got them shooters, they thought about robbin'

Flame in my car, but got fye' in my locker

You get you some rank, you gon' be the next shotta

You plead to a copper, but I guess the scriptures for doctors

All over the world, but I stop in the projects

You tender as fuck, you hold bitches for hostage

I'm picking they pockets

They stealing they flows, but i'm not finna copy

I'm nauseous, I'm tryna knock 'em out just like Rocky

They flodgin', them niggas don't got nothing from rykers

I'm pacing, but I know he got shot, OB type it

It was family and everything, now you sorry 'bout them racks

It was stole, how the fuck this bitch came with hydraulics

Hah, you know what I'm sayin?

Bandgang (Bandgang)

Don't trust him, you know this 141 BPM

GF, I'm not finna slide without evil twin

Chocolate bitch, this the thick hoe with that melanin

Thotted, don't cap, hoe I knew you wasn't celibate

Teachin' them boys how to score like Bill Belichick

Them ain't no racks for real, yo' pictures edited

Throw back the pill, now my mind playing tricks

Fuck her then get the lil' bitch, have a quick

Bust on her face, and it got on her lip

My life a movie, but I don't write down no scripts

We the wave, these hoes keep fucking with the shrimps

Get you out the outfit and call you, might

Pinch

Nigga know dada don't take disrespect

Come for yo' neck, nigga, play with yo' bitch

I'm in the lab, but Im playin' with the Tekken

Yo diamonds so fake, nigga, don't let them get wet

I'm spazzin' out, nigga, like I got tourettes

When I'm battin' shit out the park just like the Mets

You live in my shadow, now die with regrets

And I'll throw that shit down, don't care who bang the set

I'm standing on money, go beef on the 'net to describe my face

You the one pointed out the sketch

It go where I go, I got leesh on the pet

I'm Baby Life Spaz, I don't do nothing but finesse

Trackhawk fast, but ain't nothing like the jet

I die alone, nigga, I put the tat on my chest

Okay, you still hang with them niggas out west

We eyin' that drill, we can't wait for the flex

We bet on the shooters, you know this a bet

We aim for the top, who gon take off the vest?

Live and play 'bout it, gon' die by the gun

And I trap out the ten, and I done made me a ton

And it's long packs on me, but she grab on the john

I just got out of prison, she wan' hang with a con

And it's stack on my plate, I go filet mignon

Yeah, I'm black, but go Kamikaze, that's the bomb

Just got back to the fitted, lil' demon my arm

Yeah, it's time to suit up, but ain't talkin' 'bout no prom

I put on the marni, this Glock, this bitch hang out my joggers

Do you got a problem? I popped out, black Balenciaga

Yeah, I got them shooters, they thought about robbin'

Flame in my car, but got fye' in my locker

You get you some rank, you gon' be the next shotta

You plead to a copper, but I guess the scriptures for doctors

All over the world, but I stop in the projects