Dyin Breed ft. Foolio Lyrics

Hmm

What the fuck you mean you got rob man who robber you

That nigga duff

Let this nigga duff run up on you man

Take yo shit

Last of a dying breed make these niggas follow me

Pints go for thirty three quarters go for seventeen

Riding in a seventeen thirty on a seventeen

It came with a red beam pay for extra magazine

I been on this money shit for centuries

These percys keep on tempting me

You know I got that blick on me

You know I sale em six a piece

Wrap em like it's christmas Eve

Watch look like a christmas tree

I trap to trap what I believe

She take a perc and hit her knees

Ion want no pussy from you bae just take this trip for me

Popping pints smoking weed she like coke and ecstasy

Blow the brain switching lanes yo bitch keep on texting me

We ain't the same niggas lame say they can't get next to me

Back when I was seventeen was getting them thangs for seventeen

Serve it like it's trick or treat I'll take em if it's two a p

Walking like a blind man I'm known to keep that stick with me

Business got to serious gotta go to bro to get to me

Niggas get caught up and get to singing like a symphony

Vvs in a thirty six you niggas must be kidding me

Got connected to my plug then the rest of it was history

Might buy it cause I want to but a bad bitch can't get shit from me

Last of a dying breed make these niggas follow me

Pints go for thirty three quarters go for seventeen

Riding in a seventeen thirty on a seventeen

It came with a red beam pay for extra magazine

Remember when I was seventeen you be out here selling dreams

Niggas out here selling green pow it like it's real lean

You know they ain't balling baby come get with a real team

I be pushing real p send them bitches ot

I'm in cali bro nem banging

Niggas snitching heard they singing

On the six it get dangerous

Like a picture we gone paint em

Catch em lacking we gone stank em

Execution we gone hang em

With the guys I ain't changing

Fifty shots so I ain't aiming

Hop out of the rental

Five percent tent this shit presidential

Surrounded with killas

Play with lil six you gone get yo issue

I'm the shit no tissue

You run up on me get hit with a missile

I'm rocking prada just bought yo bitch dolce gabbana

I'm counting up commas

Just stunt on a opp in balenciagas

Lil six I'm a problem

Ha

I'm uping the sco

My shooters got shooter and they be on go

I stay with my pole

You know how I rock you know how I roll

Last of a dying breed make these niggas follow me

Pints go for thirty three quarters go for seventeen

Riding in a seventeen thirty on a seventeen

It came with a red beam pay for extra magazine

Remember when I was seventeen you be out here selling dreams

Niggas out here selling green pow it like it's real lean

You know they ain't balling baby come get with a real team

I be pushing real p send them bitches ot

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