Birdman & Lil Wayne – Don't Die Lyrics

Don't Die

Birdman & Lil Wayne

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"Don't Die." - Birdman & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 04:54 am

Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 09

Yeah, yeah
Check me out man, yeah
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers fill the Ls up
We stay low from the rangers
'Cause they tryin' to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit, I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may
But I remain this gangsta till the day I lay
Where the worms stay
I spit it for my ****'s sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight, I'm pointing
The game is hurtin' and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit, you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rosé
'Fore you bring it to my table
Ga-gangstas don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a **** like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public believing
Gangstas don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a **** like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up
**** playin' doin' about one-eighty
Maserati matching drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P-One **** spent about five condo high in the sky
G-four whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
That's fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flows
So we all just gon' float
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin' on everything
**** doing about anything, killing while they hustling
**** putting it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin' his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switching lanes
Ga-gangstas don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a **** like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public believing
Gangstas don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a **** like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up
Nah, don't fuck with that dawg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fucking head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work and I'm runnin' that off
I'm comin' back with it and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, no you can't get it
Shit, bitch, I pop like Diddy
I pop like when he goin' stop when it's empting
You still drawing Leonardo Da Vinci
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin' money ridin' dirty
Uptown puttin' it down blowin' out the pound
Duffel bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, worldwide wearin' a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, **** stand their grounds
Like father like son, **** fuck them clowns
Ga-gansta don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a **** like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public believing
Gangstas don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a **** like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up
Believe that three-oh-five, four-oh-four, seven-oh-three, all that
Dallas, Kansas
Everybody, You hear me? Oklahoma, yeah
Everybody, the whole world

Writer(s): B. Williams, D. Carter & T-Mix.

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