Dying Slow lyrics
by Lil Kee
[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
n*gga don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you f*cking wrong
Since you think you gangster n*gga
Take one to the f*cking dome
If you play I get ’em gone
[Verse 1: ColdHeartedSavage & Lil Kee]
n*ggas 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
f*ckin' up his top now
Watch how Lil Kee he drop some
30 rounds up in this blick
I better not catch an opp out
n*ggas steady talkin’ sh*t
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
n*gga don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you f*cking wrong
Since you think you gangster n*gga
Take one to the f*cking dome
If you play I get ’em gone
[Verse 2: ColdHeartedSavage]
n*ggas can’t do in that car, we turn that b*tch into a drop top
Hop out with that stick and swang that b*tch 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, sh*t, put him on the f*ckin’ news
Oh you caught a f*ckin’ 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
n*gga don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you f*cking wrong
Since you think you gangster n*gga
Take one to the f*cking dome
If you play I get ’em gone