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death before dishonor - yfl kelvin lyrics

[intro]
(dj swift on the track)
yeah, yeah
ninety*three hundred
ayy

[chorus]
death before dishonor, ridin’ with a dirty choppa (dirty choppa)
flexin’ on my opps ’cause i ain’t got no money problems
suck me, then you leavin’, i can’t lay up ’cause i’m poppin’
all these f*ckin’ vv’s, so i know these n*ggas plottin’
death before dishonor, ridin’ with a dirty choppa (choppa)
flexin’ on my opps ’cause i ain’t got no money problems (problems)
all these f*ckin’ vv’s, so i know these n*ggas plottin’ (plottin’)
suck me, then you leavin’, i can’t lay up, b*tch, i’m poppin’ (poppin’)

[verse 1]
ayy, mix match designer, gucci and dolce gabana (dolce gabana)
thrity thousand on my left wrist, i’m dripped in diamonds (dripped in diamonds)
slidin’ down the opp block and them n*ggas hidin’ (them n*ggas hidin’)
way before the deal, b*tch, i been makin’ deposits
catch the load, break it down and flood the whole town (whole town)
thuggin’ in the sprinter van, we got a hundred rounds (hundred rounds)
he can try that gangster sh*t and we gon’ lay him down (lay him down)
i only need you for your mouth, lil’ b*tch, don’t turn around (don’t turn around)
they like, “how he got a deal? he still posted with the gang”
i swear i f*ck around and do life (life) one of these n*ggas think about sn*tchin’ my chain
at the trap house, i’m still servin’, back door posted on with my flame
thirteen hundred on my jeans, but i’m rockin’ these balmain’s
[chorus]
death before dishonor, ridin’ with a dirty choppa (dirty choppa)
flexin’ on my opps ’cause i ain’t got no money problems
suck me, then you leavin’, i can’t lay up ’cause i’m poppin’
all these f*ckin’ vv’s, so i know these n*ggas plottin’
death before dishonor, ridin’ with a dirty choppa (choppa)
flexin’ on my opps ’cause i ain’t got no money problems (problems)
all these f*ckin’ vv’s, so i know these n*ggas plottin’ (plottin’)
suck me, then you leavin’, i can’t lay up, b*tch, i’m poppin’ (poppin’)

[verse 2]
heard some n*ggas plottin’, now my trigger finger throbbin’ (trigger finger throbbin’)
opps just came up missin’, i was somewhere on a island (i was somewhere on a island)
mixin’ my designer, now they tryna copy topics (topics)
‘lotta bodies droppin’, so i’m ridin’ with my rocket (rocket)
i ain’t never told and i never will
they all expecting me to change because i signed a deal (because i signed a deal)
i’m screamin’, “f*ck the fame, i need a hundred mill'” (hundred mill’)
this flashy sh*t is in my blood and that’s just how i feel (that’s how i feel)
they like, “he be in the field and he never tuck his chain”
that’s ’cause this ain’t worth they life, i know they wanna keep they brains
get that front end when i push up, then i’m headed to the bank ‘lotta water on my body, look like i just left the lake

- yfl kelvin lyrics

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