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Correct Die Lyrics
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Correct Die
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[Intro] When shots go off, nigga, you won't believe that man It's recording, right? Let's get it, Trapnanana Trapnanana 2 Free the man [Verse] Flat, flat, flat, flat, boy, you know it's on sight Keep that stick on me every day, keep that stick on me every night Catch him good, man, over that jail and them niggas pushin' at night These niggas, they be on deck, these niggas ain't livin' right Uh, shooters, they come out the cut Nigga, we fly in the sky like a kite Uh, slide with a rifle We gon' put some of these niggas on ice (Draco) Uh, your bitch on dick tonight I'ma go through it, go give her the pipe (I got to) I'm still in the hood like shrimp fried rice Nigga want beef, he gon' die tonight (Got to) Uh, who wanna race? Who wanna gamble? I'm huntin' these niggas, I'm dressing in camo I'm huntin' these niggas, I'm feeling like Rambo I ride with that rifle like my name Django Big dawg status, you know I got say-so Slide with the AR, slide with the Draco Trick bad, nigga, I give him a halo These niggas they done for life just like Fabo Gucci, nigga, with the Valentino (Guwop) She fuckin' with a real nigga, left at zero (Bitch) Hop out the cut like the neighborhood hero Faceshot, nigga, nobody can't see, though I'm a real slime like Sito Hold on that Glock when I look out the peephole In a free car like Stitch and Lilo Double Back Gang ain't fuckin' on cheap hoes Watch your head, I might shoot up your hat I ain't squashin' no beef, nigga, I ain't into that I'm an active nigga, I'ma die like that Lost Baby Ahk, I had to cry about that Lost Baby D, it's eye to eye 'bout that Can't ride in the front, then get in the back I run up the bands, had to get in the trap If she ain't no slime, she don't get on her back These niggas be lyin', ain't drinkin' no Act' If it's smoke, then I'm gettin' on top of that Pull on your block like a motherfuckin' marching band Bad bitch callin' me Dada Mini Draco and it sit in the backpack I'm an original nigga and you just a small cat Fuck the small talk, nigga, we need that I hang on the block where they throwin' them threes at Shots went off, nigga, you won't believe that Put my dick where that lil' bitch teeth at Step-back jumpshot, nigga, where the three at Fifty in the Glock, then I lift it where the gleef at Gucci beanie, nigga, this not a cheap hat (Let me hear that)
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