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Tyler Stinson
Tyler Stinson
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Blckout
Blckout
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Rochambeau
Rochambeau
Producer
P.K.
P.K.
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Lyrics

I don't wanna D-I-E Pray my soul to keep How could I fall asleep? Bitch, I'm way too geek He thought he was lit Nah, that's when that boy peak He thought he was me Nah bitch, I'm out your league Meet me at the hotel Lobster steak for dinner, shawty, I'm official You can bring a friend, I can bring a friend We can get it poppin', we can keep it simple I been on to tens, I got many men I been dreamin' back to back to back to Benz I'mma stack it tall, money in the wall I ain't stoppin' 'til I reach top ten Now she wanna call, why she wanna call? Ever since a young nigga started ball Remember back then, you ain't wanna feel Now you checkin' up, L-O-L for real I been goin' hard, I ain't shed a tear I just put in grind, know it's gon' work Took a little time, now I'm on the verge I still rock the V, do this shit for Virg' (Go, Go!) Man, you fuck niggas crazy You think I'm competin' with you? Nah, I'm competin' with me I done heard so many rumors 'bout me that ain't true I ain't addressin' a thing Bitch, you think I care what you do? Ran out of feelings, I'm numb with it too I'm top three and I'm not number two I'm top three and I'm not number two, two I do it all when I'm out with the guys I ain't fumble that bitch, but she wasted my time I don't really do nothin', I'm focused on grind Why you postin' that bitch when you know that she's side? I can't be out here movin' like a dummy I showed her my bank and now she say she love me I came up with this shit, never take it from me I stopped smokin' weed it had me feelin' slumpy (Go, Go!) I turnt myself up and went another level (Go, Go!) I built myself up, I'm jumpin' out the bezel (Go, Go!) Man, free my big dog, he locked up in the kennel (Go, Go!) I'm missin' my dog, ain't see him in a minute (Go, Go!) I do it for Chosen, I do it for Bolden I do it for all of my dawg that be ballin' I do it for Ma', I do it for Pop' And I do it for myself, knew I had a shot, nigga (Phew) (We gon' ball forever) I took him and I took him And we gon' shine together Do this shit for Chosen That's my brother's son You my brother first born You the chosen one I don't wanna D-I-E Pray my soul to keep How could I fall asleep? Bitch, I'm way too geek He thought he was lit Nah, that's when that boy peak He thought he was me Nah bitch, I'm out your league Meet me at the hotel Lobster steak for dinner, shawty, I'm official You can bring a friend, I can bring a friend We can get it poppin', we can keep it simple I been on to tens, I got many men I been dreamin' back to back to back to Benz I'mma stack it tall, money in the wall I ain't stoppin' 'til I reach top ten
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