Lyrics Get It B4 I Die (Guess Who) - Robb Bank$
You
the
one,
you
know
I
got
you
bae
You
more
savage
than
half
of
these
niggas
'round
my
way
Been
thugging
hard,
been
grinding
all
damn
day
We
gon'
chase
after
these
bands,
get
to
them
andale
Guess
who
just
hopped
up
out
the
brand
new
Aston
Guess
who
just
went
and
put
his
momma
in
a
mansion
Guess
who
got
all
his
niggas
fucking
on
a
bad
bitch
Guess
who
poured
the
four
up
in
that
cola,
no
Vashtie
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
that
shit
We
don't
give
a
fuck,
we
don't
give
a
fuck,
we
don't
give
a
fuck
about
that
shit
Double
S
for
life,
double
S
for
life,
boy
I
don't
play
'bout
my
savage
Get
your
mind
right,
get
your
mind
right,
now
we
gon'
bring
it
back
bitch
You
the
first
fuck
nigga
on
my
list
Niggas
capping,
we
gon'
catch
em,
I'm
gon'
test
that
shit
Magnet
style,
Kekkei
Genkai,
I'm
so
attractive
No
cardio,
I'm
out
the
gym
I
had
to
get
active
You
know
how
I'm
coming
with
it,
boy
he
did
it
I'm
a
bird
with
the
flu
I'm
cold,
my
wingspan
done
grew
You
short,
might
fire
out
the
coupe
It's
Phone,
please
say
the
two
Been
on
my
P's
and
my
Q's,
took
a
L
for
my
G's
turn
into
a
W
I
feel
bet
all
of
my
bitches
and
a
fuck
nigga
too
Still
first
in
the
race,
couldn't
tie
my
shoes
Bitch
I'm
out
the
gutter,
west
side
to
Sistrunk
Broward
County
bounty
hunter,
quicker
pick
her
up
Skinny
nigga,
big
bodybuilder,
she
ain't
know
I
was
so
strong
And
if
you
was
a
real
street
nigga
you
wouldn't
keep
telling
me
that
you
are,
bitch
Always
gave
you
the
truth,
I
always
been
a
man
You
always
been
a
fraud,
lying
to
these
fans
How
you
look
up
in
the
mirror,
knowing
that
you
turned
your
back?
I
was
silver
spoon-born,
but
I
ate
with
my
hands
Took
one
life,
caroled
a
hundred
pints
I
done
fought
a
thousand
fights
Won
fifty
games
of
dice
Been
in
three
gun
fights
Sold
three
hundred
Xans
I'm
Prince
Zuko,
I
got
banished
But
Broward
turned
me
to
a
man
Really
self-made,
I
ain't
never
get
a
co-sign
for
shit
What
the
fuck
is
a
dad?
But
I
wouldn't
change
shit
When
a
nigga
look
back
that's
what
made
me
the
best
If
you
think
I
ain't
solid
then
you
fake
as
the
rest
Where's
your
head
if
I
really
was
that
privileged,
why
the
hell
I
ain't
go
mainstream
from
the
get?
Boy
you
a
good
joke,
too
bad
there's
no
crowd
Tryna
get
rid
of
me,
but
a
nigga
still
around
Femto
walk
in,
everybody
get
down
If
a
fan
talk
slick
letting
off
in
the
crowd
Boy
I'm
cell
popping
and
you
niggas
bare
copping
Flying
out
to
your
shows
just
to
get
a
point
across
and
Want
someone
to
play
so
I
can't
catch
a
fucking
body
I
been
waiting
to
tat
this
tear
drop
and
be
more
like
my
idol
Thank
God
every
day
that
I
met
KieMoney
Fell
in
love
with
the
drank
and
I
[?]
Flow
is
crazy,
Lindsay
really
love
me
Hope
a
angel,
Shayla
that's
my
bust-it
Sweet
pussy,
Saturday
through
Monday
Take
it
back
from
Tuesday
through
Sunday
How
you
want
it?
You
know
how
we
coming
Ain't
got
no
type,
no
internet
thugging
No
Jumper,
might
get
your
ass
jumped
And
she
put
it
on
the
sink
when
we
fucking,
no
Justin
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1 Bett
2 Come Down Pt 3 (Interlude)
3 Defined
4 Get It B4 I Die (Guess Who)
5 Holiday
6 Innadat
7 It Wasnt Me
8 Nikki
9 Stunt-Man
10 Wutuwant
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