Death Before Dishonor

Lyrics
[Intro] (DJ Swift on the track) Yeah, yeah Ninety-three hundred Ayy [Chorus] Death before dishonor, ridin' with a dirty choppa (Dirty choppa) Flexin' on my opps 'cause I ain't got no money problems Suck me, then you leavin', I can't lay up 'cause I'm poppin' All these fuckin' VVs, so I know these niggas plottin' Death before dishonor, ridin' with a dirty choppa (Choppa) Flexin' on my opps 'cause I ain't got no money problems (Problems) All these fuckin' VVs, so I know these niggas plottin' (Plottin') Suck me, then you leavin', I can't lay up, bitch, I'm poppin' (Poppin') [Verse 1] Ayy, mix match designer, Gucci and Dolce Gabana (Dolce Gabana) Thirty thousand on my left wrist, I'm dripped in diamonds (Dripped in diamonds) Slidin' down the opp block and them niggas hidin' (Them niggas hidin') Way before the deal, bitch, I been makin' deposits Catch the load, break it down and flood the whole town (Whole town) Thuggin' in the sprinter van, we got a hundred rounds (Hundred rounds) He can try that gangster shit and we gon' lay him down (Lay him down) I only need you for your mouth, lil' bitch, don't turn around (Don't turn around) They like, "How he got a deal? He still posted with the gang" I swear I fuck around and do life (Life) one of these niggas think about snatchin' my chain At the trap house, I'm still servin', back door posted on with my flame Thirteen hundred on my jeans, bitch, I'm rockin' these Balmains [Chorus] Death before dishonor, ridin' with a dirty choppa (Dirty choppa) Flexin' on my opps 'cause I ain't got no money problems Suck me, then you leavin', I can't lay up 'cause I'm poppin' All these fuckin' VVs, so I know these niggas plottin' Death before dishonor, ridin' with a dirty choppa (Choppa) Flexin' on my opps 'cause I ain't got no money problems (Problems) All these fuckin' VVs, so I know these niggas plottin' (Plottin') Suck me, then you leavin', I can't lay up, bitch, I'm poppin' (Poppin') [Verse 2] Heard some niggas plottin', now my trigger finger throbbin' (Trigger finger throbbin') Opps just came up missin', I was somewhere on a island (I was somewhere on a island) Mixin' my designer, now they tryna copy topics (Topics) Lot of bodies droppin', so I'm ridin' with my rocket (Rocket) I ain't never told and I never will They all expecting me to change because I signed a deal (Because I signed a deal) I'm screamin', "Fuck the fame, I need a hundred mill'" (Hundred mill') This flashy shit is in my blood and that's just how I feel (That's how I feel) They like, "He be in the field and he never tuck his chain" That's 'cause this ain't worth they life, I know they wanna keep they brain Get that front end when I push up, then I'm headed to the bank Lot of water on my body, look like I just left the lake [Chorus] Death before dishonor, ridin' with a dirty choppa (Dirty choppa) Flexin' on my opps 'cause I ain't got no money problems Suck me, then you leavin', I can't lay up 'cause I'm poppin' All these fuckin' VVs, so I know these niggas plottin' Death before dishonor, ridin' with a dirty choppa (Choppa) Flexin' on my opps 'cause I ain't got no money problems (Problems) All these fuckin' VVs, so I know these niggas plottin' (Plottin') Suck me, then you leavin', I can't lay up, bitch, I'm poppin' (Poppin')
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Credits
- Writers
- YFL Kelvin
- DJ Swift