CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Do or Die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, uh, it's Wop
Yeah, ayy, b*t*h, lil' w****s
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, lil' b*t*h, yeah, boss sh*t
Your b*t*h wanna f**k me on that boss sh*t
It's Wop, do or die, do or die, do or die
Lil' b*t*h
Aw yeah, Ty Made It
The way she suck my d**k, I might buy that b*t*h a bag
I don't give a f**k, I spend it and get it back
Woke up in the spot, the trap house was full of rats
Test a n***a gangster, you pu**y, can't f**k with that (Ayy)
I heard he talkin' 'bout sendin' some shots, we gon' send 'em back (Ah)
Boy, you a lil' baby, your breath smell like Similac (Ayy)
We was ridin' strapped, four deep, rollin' off the flats
Trigger finger itchin', bite down, don't get whacked (Ayy)
Bled that, that (What?), bled that check (Yeah)
Blood everywhere, that n***a bleedin', so get whacked (Damn)
I'm from 'round the way where n***as die about respect
Uh, uh, die about respect, uh
M50 all on my neck, uh, treat my chopper like a pet, uh
Extension drop, leave it wet, uh, it ain't enough, make it stretch
I'm in this b*t*h with my set, uh, the chopper's all up on the 'Vette, uh
I'm in this b*t*h like DMX, uh, snuff him, what you gon' do next, uh?
Ee, ee, uh, ee, ee, uh
The chopper's all under the seat, I'm in this b*t*h and I'm geeked, uh
This ecstasy, it got me weak, I'm turnt, tellin' b*t*hes have a seat
You know how it go when it come to the streets
You know how it go when it come back to me
I was out there in the kitchen, uh, I was out there on the streets
I was out there in the kitchen, uh, I left that sh*t for these beats
Ayy, uh, it's Wop
Yeah, ayy, b*t*h, lil' w****s
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, lil' b*t*h, yeah, boss sh*t
Your b*t*h wanna f**k me on that boss sh*t
It's Wop, do or die, do or die, do or die
Lil' b*t*h
Aw yeah, Ty Made It
The way she suck my d**k, I might buy that b*t*h a bag
I don't give a f**k, I spend it and get it back
Woke up in the spot, the trap house was full of rats
Test a n***a gangster, you pu**y, can't f**k with that (Ayy)
I heard he talkin' 'bout sendin' some shots, we gon' send 'em back (Ah)
Boy, you a lil' baby, your breath smell like Similac (Ayy)
We was ridin' strapped, four deep, rollin' off the flats
Trigger finger itchin', bite down, don't get whacked (Ayy)
Bled that, that (What?), bled that check (Yeah)
Blood everywhere, that n***a bleedin', so get whacked (Damn)
I'm from 'round the way where n***as die about respect
Uh, uh, die about respect, uh
M50 all on my neck, uh, treat my chopper like a pet, uh
Extension drop, leave it wet, uh, it ain't enough, make it stretch
I'm in this b*t*h with my set, uh, the chopper's all up on the 'Vette, uh
I'm in this b*t*h like DMX, uh, snuff him, what you gon' do next, uh?
Ee, ee, uh, ee, ee, uh
The chopper's all under the seat, I'm in this b*t*h and I'm geeked, uh
This ecstasy, it got me weak, I'm turnt, tellin' b*t*hes have a seat
You know how it go when it come to the streets
You know how it go when it come back to me
I was out there in the kitchen, uh, I was out there on the streets
I was out there in the kitchen, uh, I left that sh*t for these beats
