Текст песни 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