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Good Die Young Lyrics (feat. Doonk)

[Chorus: Street Bud]
They say the good die young and that's why I'm living
Stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling
I said the bag never empty, it's replenished
Don't worry about what's in it, just need my percentage
I just swerved in a Bentley, I mixed Louis with the Fendi
I don't know about you niggas y'all pretending
I done came up out the mud, shout out to my nigga Bud
'Cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning

[Verse 1: Street Bud]
Fast talk, cash talk, this that murder, mask off
These lil niggas assed out and I'mma show they all talk
I'mma run up on 'em (on 'em)
Make 'em do the stanky leg (stanky leg)
I ain't heard what you said (said)
I just want all the bread (yeah)
Talking these m's in my bank, I mean they all blue (they blue)
Talking bout these broads in my face, I mean the all new
And we gon' keep on coming wit hits
So y'all can vibe to
So y'all can ride to
Put bs aside to

[Chorus: Street Bud]
They say the good die young and that's why I'm living
Stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling
I said the bag never empty, it's replenished
Don't worry about what's in it, just need my percentage
I just swerved in a Bentley, I mixed Louis with the Fendi
I don't know about you niggas y'all pretending
I done came up out the mud, shout out to my nigga Bud
'Cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning

[Verse 2: Doonk]
Aye, aye, aye
Pull up and hop out the whip (skrrt)
Walk in and hop in the VIP (the VIP)
I'm in my bag the bape way, I got the sauce don't slip (no cap)
Pink all on my slip (no cap)
Hermès on my wrist (ice)
Mess wit the bro's get dipped (get dipped)
I done came up got rich (slap)
Oooh, what a feeling
I done mixed the Louis with the Gucci, I be dripping
Reaching for my chain, you'll get hanged boy, you tripping (no cap)
Boy you cannot hang, you is a lame, I don't get it (take the L)
I'mma drop the top in the Range, spark the engine (I'm gone)
Pull off and I'm gone (I'm gone)
Designer to the ground
I can't spell what I got on (I can't)
Tom Ford my cologne (ooh)
And leave me alone, I'm in my bag, I'm in zone

[Chorus: Street Bud]
They say the good die young and that's why I'm living
Stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling
I said the bag never empty, it's replenished
Don't worry about what's in it, just need my percentage
I just swerved in a Bentley, I mixed Louis with the Fendi
I don't know about you niggas y'all pretending
I done came up out the mud, shout out to my nigga Bud
'Cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning

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