Текст Robb Bank$ – Die4Me

Cut, nigga
Tuh
I keep hitting my cup, nigga get me high for hours
I wanna get high for months, ?

Death Note, death stone
Left stroke, breast stroke
Money long, your shorty
Like Mike, shoot for it
New Phone, who calling?
Who this? New money
Nah, for real, you talking shit, I run it
You can get it, how you want it?

?, Rari, foreign, Audi
Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
Pieces hitting, bitches flocking
Your bitch jocking, your bitch, your bitch
?, Rari, foreign, Audi
Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
Pieces hitting, call me Griffith
Call me Griffith (let me talk that shit for real)

About four years ago
I got the love of my life
Bitch lied to me
Said she was pregnant, but
Come to find out it was from one of my niggas

Tell me, would you die for me?
Give it up, throw your life away
Break up, say goodbye to me
You’ll leave it all behind for me
Tell me, would you die for me?
Give it up, throw your life away
Break up, say goodbye to me
Curse mark, sacrifice for me

Seem like everyday more people in my life don’t believe in me
Codeine lollipops, I got 3 kidneys
I ain’t never want this life, ain’t teasing me
You tryna force greatness, ’cause you see it in me
6 ?, 9 milli, I keep the piece
Got 20 knives in my back, you wouldn’t bleed for me
Nigga got a hundred fake friends that got heat for me
I know the game to a tee and I play with cheats
Breathe in, breathe in, tryna breathe with me
Bullet whole in my lungs, ?
350
I exhale gun smoke, watch me clean the scene
Bitch, I got outlines of chalk and some streets to sweep
Feel it in the air, in the air
My ghost, I left my shell right there
Always got the memory if all else fails
Tay-K, do the race, tortoise shells at your heel

Aight, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Tell me baby, would you
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, yeah, keep that shit low, low
Keep your voice low, uh
Tip toe, yeah, baby, tip toe, uh
Please don’t ?
my bitch ?
One time with it, get my belt ?, like