You Ride (Murder For Hire)* Tee Grizzley (Ft. Lil Durk & Lil Uzi Vert)

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[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Please don't die in the field
And we designed to kill
And we got racks for real
Streets don't make you real (No)
That choppa wet backs for real (Grrah)
Those pounds be vaccum sealed
I was sippin' on Act' for real (That's facts)
Bank shot, don't know how to kill
How you a [?], and you told
Pure cocaine got his nose runny
I ran off with a whole hunnid
Don't run your mouth to those dummies, yeah
This cracker shot
In the trap, we crack the pot
And my bruddas, all I got (I got)
And my bruddas, all I got
And you too young to die (Young to die)
You think you too real to cry (Real to cry)
And you ain't shoot to [?] (Shoot to survive)
How you feel inside?
Won't see my children cry (Facts)
'Cause I'ma die for mines
And you gon' die if you try (Let's get it)
So, I die to Y (Turn up)