K Camp - Till I Die lyrics

rate me

Ft. T.I.

(Intro)

All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace

She keep callin' for seconds, between her legs it's a blessing

Might just fly off to Texas and spank it up just like Tetris

Spill my heart in these sessions, I let it go, learn my lesson

(Hook)

Ya know we all bout the bankroll

We gotta cuff it every color of the rainbow

Fuck all that goin' back and forth with a dirty bitch

I shoot that hoe with different 4 we ridin' dirty with

They dickin' now, countin' money blowin’ weed in the back (in the back)

Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)

And only we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)

And run that check up and be a hustler till I die (till I die)

(Verse)

Ok, now bang bang, park all double left

Only thing a young nigga stack

Niggas ain't tryna get racks

They'd rather see honey ass, nigga, what the fuck is that?

Nigga, that's some car colder, some kill

Side note: I want a mill

Peacoat, dressed to kill, introduce you to the real

'member 'emnights I wa' dead and broke

Why, I still had amilli on my mind

Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win

I ain't waste no time, this that trap music, urban legend

Bitch, I'm a oral legend, carry round a Smith and Weston

'case a nigga wanna test me, fuck yo men

Motivate, how, my niggas? I'mma stack this shit up with my team

Went from rags to riches and now I keep 'em bankrolls in my jeans

Drag racing on Pea Street, that's some shit that you neva seen

Now I'm here with the k

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Hold up, now what it look like?

I got yo girl with her girl like a pool decker

Hoe it, pull an all nighter

And then they give it back to ya, nigga, I don't like her

This shit easy, a 1 2 3, 911 - an emergency

If I swerve the yack I sprint the yack

Keep a leg young bitch at the car by that

O, check it, lookin' fo' some trouble, then you ee gon' get it

Neva hesitate to takin' time, my pivot

Pussy nigga eva get respect, my presence

Fully auto milli let ya have these presents

Pelley pelley pelley, pew, nigga, you head gone

We puttin' on, nigga, got a long stroke

Got a bad bitch, but no thong wit her

And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her

So good, run it back, come on

She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga

Met me, I'm bout to double that

Nigga had to eat double stack

I feel that pocket filled with double stacks

She do it right, get anotha rack

Crib with a helipad

Full of fine bitches, hella bad

Ran get a cab, nigga, neva had, hey!

(Hook)