Death B4 Dishonor

Aye

You just touched a hunnid, bitch

Where I'm from, we call that maintainin'

40 thousand in my pocket came from 'caine slangin'

I'm slidin' through the trenches where the J's hangin'

Bitch, swing my door open, see my chain swangin'

Upgrade your whole kit, that's called game changin'

Migo namin' everybody cuz, that's called gang bangin'

Money talkin', tell me, baby, if you speak the same language

I seen my partna on the block, I told him, "Stay dangerous"

Half-steppin', grab the Drac' and leave 'em bloody, face-painted

Hood **** in a meeting, you see cudi drank-tainin'

Real hustler, put in work, you want a Bentley or a Honda?

My **** got jammed, he yellin', "Death before dishonor"

I done sold dope and changed ties for the Prada (I did)

I went from Payless to double F's on the collar (I did)

I went from outlets in Rowlett to Bal Harbour

Where I'm from, you got a choice, you die broke or ball harder

Aye, you either pickin' up the P's, shootin' threes or the Glock

You throwin' up the C's 'cause you bangin' the block

Migo said he call me blood 'cause he flamin' it hot

Locked in with the streets 'cause they knowin' what I got

I'm also locked in 'cause they knowin' what I'm not

I ain't never been a ho-ass **** or a peon

Triple D, ****, white tee and some Deions

Only thing I'm good at is gettin' money

Okay, boy, we really came from nothin', came from—

You know what I'm sayin'? All we do is count up, ****

I don't know how to do nothin' else

You know, cost you a hundred dollars

Know what I'm sayin'?

You look at my wrist, this shit 40 thousand and up

I don't know everything, but I know one thing

We ain't checkin' the time, ****, we checkin' the bando

Hundred thousand, 200 thousand

Checkin' the trap all the time, every day

Walkin' 'round 60 thousand dollar chains

Big-ass pendant, big-ass wrist, big-ass everything

That shit big, man, that's big

And they see it (Okay, okay)

They gon' always

And when we put up, we puttin' up loads

Ever since I was a kid, I seen my OG and I always knew

You know, I never wanted to

Put my wrist out the window

Have a job or have somebody tell me I had to go this way or that way

Man, fuckin' call the police, runnin' red lights, I don't give a fuck

Don't call us 'bout no hits unless you got more than a dub

Ain't never drunk no coffee, ****, this Wock' inside the mud

I got dimes inside the VIP, they flockin' in the club

Double S chain got three emerald cuts, I'm a walkin' bathtub

Trap ain't dead, these **** scared, my brother fuck the stove up

I'm in Queens eatin' chop cheese with a dirty pole tucked

You ain't never seen a switch or at least equip one

You ain't never cracked no seal on a pint then sip one

We got bitches at the top floor, let 'em do they big one

Keep my mouth zipped, I get 'em dipped for Rick Owens

Yeah, I'm at the top floor, it smell like dope and Tom Ford

Yeah, back then, I did some shit just to get some Concords

Yeah, scoot up with the checks, now that bitch sound like a lawnmower

Took a risk to bring them bags back, I'm a weed connoisseur

We done sold the **** a bad batch and he still need more

I got diamonds in my teeth, I need a VVS fork

I got killers trailin' me, don't need no police escort

Hit the yams and drop some red on Miami Heat court

I got diamonds goopin' off me, ****, my shoulder got warts

Put that money where your mouth is, I ain't goin' back and forth

Yeah, mixin' the old money with the new money

Goop gang, check the new piece

Go get some diamonds or something

Might buy a crib

Come talk to the boss, ****

Might get a mansion or somethin'

Biggest of the biggest, ****

Look at your contract, we'll buy you out that bitch