letra de die in flows - ratchkevyn
oo
yeh
(chorus)
ditched with talkin’, playin’ different goals
no missin’, nah
lately grown too much in different roles
pack the digits, digits
i kept on lock, still keepin’ silent doe
expected, yeh
no slime can move in loud less rocket flown
destruction
(hook)
kept with poppin’ bullets dropped on hoes, (drop in hoes)
b-tch i drip n go, (drop and go)
my limits die in flows, (flows, yeh)
don’t talk like guidance low
jam off beats, we fight all foes
still act like i don’t know
ain’t got no time for sittin’
you think you want this livin’
down to stone, go off to b-tchin’. (b-tchin’, yeh)
no talk at all, this different
f-ck with being alarmed
it’s simple
topic switched, we back to business
you ain’t got part in the game doe, (yuh)
tryna cop my style
n-gga findin’ the info
yo mentality simple
take a new direction, start
b-tch was yammin’ bout her heart
took a step 5, turned around, n’ left regardless, (nah)
tell em’ go cry, while i’m f-ckin’ up for carties, (carties)
played wit no ties, cut too quick wit no conformin’. (yeh)
new direct, 5 steps ahead, we active homie, (yeh)
we don’t reprise, money talk ain’t how we got it
f-ck a gun pow, worked to drop from the start
took shot
then shout
took toast
get loud
tab tongue
buck shot
realise
surprise
hen comin’
cluck down
next shot
next shot
go trap
turn hour
next blunt
rack bong
kicked in
next shot
asked a question
we too gone
those nights i was down, time spendin’
didn’t write for the clout or the b-tches
problems get the reef down
f-ck a witness
but if you and me had beef
ain’t gon’ give sh-t
(chorus)
ditched with talkin’, playin’ different goals
no missin’, (nah)
lately grown too much in different roles
pack the digits, (digits)
i kept on lock, still keepin’ silent doe
expected, (yeh)
no slime can move in loud less rocket flown
destruction
(hook)
kept with poppin’ bullets dropped on hoes, (drop in hoes)
b-tch i drip n go, (drop and go)
my limits die in flows, (flows, yeh)
don’t talk like guidance low
jam off beats, we fight all foes
still act like i don’t know
ain’t got no time for sittin’
you think you want this livin’
down to stone, go off to b-tchin’. (b-tchin’, yah)
no talk at all, this different
f-ck with being alarmed
it’s simple
topic switched, we back to business
you ain’t got part in the game doe
tryna cop my style
n-gga findin’ the info
your mentality simple
oh my god
bro last night we came alive
deep in vibes
trap too hard and drip till five
what’s the time?
woke up good
and it’s fine
bro we still dumb high
still we got time
next i’m up, clock nine
yeh
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