tryna' die ft. Sin Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Sweets, whoo)

Step up in the scene, mess it up and vanish like a prison dean

She did me a favour ended usin' all my listerine

Rolled up wearin' jordans and a rolex 'inna limousine

We get people streamin' from mongolia to silberstein

Wait, lemme get a minute 'fore i rip it up

Lemme catch my balance 'fore i carry on to sip it up

Treat it like it's church how often me and the plug linkin' up

Lemme rip the beat up 'imma leave y'all people feelin' stuck

Woah, bust down the bio-venue, keep it low

I don't really get it why on earth do you be speakin' hoe

Yeah, i'm wit' the gang and you know that we be creepin', yo

I don't wanna hear you, zip it, ayo, you can keep it closed

I don't cap, if you got a problem wit' me, then you probably is whack

There's a reason that you cowards all be speakin' 'hind my back

'Cus you know that if you say it to me you gonna get smacked, woah

Me and bro been killin' beats and stackin' money back to back

A&C will do you cold, and you know that sin wit' that

There's a reason that they say we put the city on the map

Not a scammer but bro can still show you 20 racks, i'm just, i'm just tryna' change your life

Fuck up all your paradigm's, walkin' wit' a pair of dimes

Brodie keep a pair of nines, beggin' please don't cross the line, 'less you niggas tryna'

(aye, aye, aye, whoo, whoo)

'Less you niggas tryna' die, used to trap on conch and pines

Stash was on Olympus drive, this nigga stole a pound a mine

He almost didn't leave alive (nuh uh)

Lucky I was too high or I would've did the time

Lucky I'm the good guy and time don't rewind

Y'all so spoiled i get sick, how y'all still ain't drop a hit

Like the iphone 15, it's just brick after brick

These rick owen's cost a lick, these new earrings cost your fit, aye

Feel like we chosen, a&c, yeah this it