CANT DIE BROKE lyrics

by

DiamondsOnMyDick


[Hook: Sickboyrari]
Feel like I'm Hi-C, pull up the Audi
Red eyes, need Visine, but not no molly
Feel like I'm Hi-C, pull up the Audi
Red eyes, need Visine, but not no molly

[Intro: Diamondsonmydi*k]
(CA$HED COHBRUHZ production, lil' ho)
Yeah
Yeah, what? Huh, huh (Eat my pus*y)
Yeah, yeah, what?
What? Yeah, ayy (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydi*k]
I keep a demon sl*t, blood on my Air Force 1s
f*cking with gang, hit with this Tommy gun
Sacrificing hoes, I do that sh*t for fun
b*tch, I'm just tryna f*ck, Pretty Boy Demon, I cannot fall in love (Huh? Huh?)
Posted up, evil grin, shining gold slugs (What?)
Finesse a n*gga, b*tch, you a whole dub
Don't give a f*ck 'cause you n*ggas is so dumb
Smoking Shrek pack like I got no lungs
Blood with the Act', b*tch, I can't stand up
I cannot lack, b*tch, I need two guns
n*gga get whacked, now in casket all dressed up
Talk sh*t on the Net, in person don't do nothing
f*ck that lil' b*tch, that ho a whole sl*t
Talk down on gang, get your soul lift up
Blood with the Act', sipping on dirty mud
Shut up, lil' b*tch, you talking too much
Thought it was my arm, b*tch, this is my blunt
Run with my drip, n*gga, you my son (おかえり)
Crossing these n*ggas just like it's and one
Reptilian Club f*cking on your sl*t
Parking lot, foreign whip doing donuts
n*gga, you a b*tch, sweet like a Honey Nut
f*ck that love sh*t, just run your guap up
Cuffing that ho, you going out sad
Yeah, that's your daughter but she call me dad
I cannot lack so I keep two mags (b*tch, huh?)
Hollow tips on your head like a durag
She tryna fall in love, know I said f*ck that
Big gas, yeah, this gas [?]
All these hoes green, I thought you knew that
Two Glocks, keep in my duffel bag
Cast a love spell, hit your b*tch from the back
I got the drip, they [?]
[?], not no Scantron
b*tch, I gotta blast, Jimmy Neutron
I don't do dates, I'm just tryna f*ck something (Yeah)
Pew-pew, watch that f*ck boy run
I don't need straps, I'll beat your ass up
It was just me, he thought it was five of us (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Sickboyrari]
Yeah, gold lenses, I can't see you
I'm with Hi-C, slime a n*gga
Know I'm in all white, look at my beanie
Foreign [?], lost all my vision
Goth shooters, they talk through pistols
Drawing blood from my victim
Feel like I'm Hi-C, pull up the Audi
Red eyes, need Visine, but not no molly
Cast a spell, I'm with Diamonds
Crystals and they diamonds
n*ggas hate me, I know I'm 'bout it
Red beam on your head, you know I'll slime ya
All-black Glock 'cause you know that I'm gliming
Young n*gga running up, what's the timing?
Can't die broke so I gotta stay grinding
[?] how a n*gga be silent
Been a soldier, yeah (Yeah)
Stack my money on end (On end)
I got blood on my Timbs, ayy (My Timbs)
I got crack in my rims ([?])

[Outro: Sickboyrari]
I got [?]
I got blood on my Timbs
I got [?]
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