Dying Slow

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Kee]
Bam gone, I’m thinking ’bout it, got my mind blown
I hope my son gon’ lift me up until I’m dying slow

[Chorus: ColdHeartedSavage & Lil Kee]
I be strapped up with my blicky, don’t nobody know
Know my killa got my back, and that’s upon my soul
I don’t need you by my side, I put trust in my pole
Me and brodie [?], we was trading clothes
Nigga don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you fucking wrong
Since you think you gangster nigga
Take one to the fucking dome
If you play I get ’em gone

[Verse 1: ColdHeartedSavage & Lil Kee]
Niggas hate my money long
Pull up on the opp block
Pull up in a hoppa
Hop out, opp drop
Hop out opp drop, I can get to pop up
I can’t show no love to the hoe ’cause she a thot thot
Get that boy and bop bop
Fuckin' up his top now
Watch how Lil Kee he drop some
30 rounds up in this blick
I better not catch an opp out
Niggas steady talkin’ shit
I catch ’em bet they cap out

[Chorus: ColdHeartedSavage & Lil Kee]
I be strapped up with my blicky, don’t nobody know
Know my killa got my back, and that’s upon my soul
I don’t need you by my side, I put trust in my polе
Me and brodie [?], we was trading clothеs
Nigga don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you fucking wrong
Since you think you gangster nigga
Take one to the fucking dome
If you play I get ’em gone

[Verse 2: ColdHeartedSavage]
Niggas can’t do in that car, we turn that bitch into a drop top
Hop out with that stick and swang that bitch just like a rockstar
Blocka blocka blocka, I hang with robbers
38 Baby, yeah I keep a revolver
Brodie got it on him too, Fox 5, channel 2
Catch an opp out, shit, put him on the fuckin’ news
Oh you caught a fuckin’ blue, shoot at him, I shoot at you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Lil Kee, what it do?

[Chorus: ColdHeartedSavage & Lil Kee]
I be strapped up with my blicky, don’t nobody know
Know my killa got my back, and that’s upon my soul
I don’t need you by my side, I put trust in my pole
Me and brodie [?], we was trading clothes
Nigga don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you fucking wrong
Since you think you gangster nigga
Take one to the fucking dome
If you play I get ’em gone