Long Live Dee

Lyrics

[Intro] Bitch [Verse] Countin' up thirty bands while I ride through the 6 Niggas actin hardbody, but be cryin' over a bitch I be OT, shoppin' for a line of that shit Shsoutout to that nigga Dame, I'm livin' life behind tint Rep Ghetto Boyz, but it's still RMC until I die Real Money Counters, hit the strip club and let it fly RIP my nigga Dee, I know he up there hustlin' in the sky All my ice on, you touch one of these chains, you gon' die Watch flooded like Niagara Falls It's money on the floor when that nigga Fanta call Fuckin' shitup for a minute, check my catalogue The inside of the Benz look like a basketball Ain't no rats involved Pop a 30, another 30, that's a 60 First foreign car I did a drill in was a Bentley Built a switch on a Glock, I shot it 'til it's empty Only speak the truth, tell the fans, "Holler if you hear me" We on the goal line, gotta punch it in, bitch, it's go time Been fresh as fuck, 'member back then rockin' Cole Haan All marble in my kitchen, twelve racks for a floor shine I swear we ran up a half a million dollars within no time Between me, Ri, Jay, Louie Our everyday lifestyle look like we makin' movies A two of Tris and four of Wock', I'm finna make a smoothie Fuck her once, then I dip, no, I can't date a groupie I'm livin' like a rockstar without the live band You took your pistol to the car, but I snuck mine in I took enough time off, now it's time in Pop a nigga in his shit, I catch him lie again I'm talkin' Wraith or the Dawn or the Ghost, I'm undecided My new bitch want the attention that's undivided You gotta trust the captain of the plane, I'm the pilot Yes, I'll do a feature for ten 'bows of exotic You gon' send that shit for real? Well, here my addy, nigga They not comin' to my crib, it's my daddy's, nigga Been waitin' on that day to take care of my family, nigga I think he scared to come outside, he a family nigga Stay your ass in the crib if you ain't tryna play .308 got distance, hit him from a block away Fell in love when the first time I shot the K Chopper rock his ass to sleep like he Dr. J Okay, my mind fucked up, shit, I'm just a gremlin walking I can't argue with no bitch, I'm too rich for talking Bust down Cartier, bitch, my wrist a faucet I pray every nigga die that be pillow talking Shit talker number one, up in my own lane I'm out the country with my Asian, eatin' lo mein We knocked the rap door down and got the code changed You know I keep a heater too, this world a cold game