Die Wit Em

Oh, woo Oh, yeah Chorus Got that .40 on my lap, on God, nigga Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em Ayy, slide, slide, slide You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with ��em, ayy Verse 1 White chalk on the ground, the squad did it, ayy One came with two clips, it came with it, ayy Old school got that leanin', top missing, ayy '64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit, ayy Rapping shit we live, we been did it, ayy Mix and match my bitch, she real different, ayy Beat my bitches�� asses dumb stupid, ayy 911 twin turbine sound foolish, ayy Couple pieces, gotta have it, uh Caught a wave, is it magic Uh Crush your head, is it magic Uh Dropping bodies in the casket, uh I'm a legend in the set, yeah Your big homie getting checked, uh The realest nigga out the West, uh Makaveli in the flesh, uh Orange beanie, think about it, uh Got a pistol out the closet, uh 'Nother mil' to deposit, uh Heard your record, I'm your father, uh Switching styles, pick a product, uh Snatch your bitch up out her Pradas, uh Hit a lick up in the Pradas, uh 'Nother win for the robbers Chorus Got that .40 on my lap, on God, nigga Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em Ayy, slide, slide, slide You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy Verse 2 No aim with this kick, I��m wild with it, ayy Hop out in them trucks, get down, nigga, ayy Candles lit, he fed the whole corner, ayy Bitch, don��t call my phone, the feds on us, ayy One right through your scalp, the wig killer, ayy New fur on my bitch, it's chinchilla, ayy This here on my wrist, I been had it, ayy This here on my hip the real static, uh, ayy Nigga, my bitch is amazing Slapping the clip, perfect, uh Driving the whip, swerving, uh Balling, mane, Balmain, ayy See that R.I.C.O., get to hiding, hold on MAC-90, get to sliding, uh Step aside, I get to dropping, uh In my hoodie like I��m posted, uh Extra O for the Hova, uh Chuck Taylors, I'm a soldier Young nigga get to leaking, uh Yeah Nigga beat, didn't get to breathe in Niggas die every summer, uh Niggas ride every summer, uh Bring the heat for the cut-up, uh Play with sticks, I'm a drummer Chorus Got that .40 on my lap, on God, nigga Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga Got that .223 on me, it dive in ��em Ayy, slide, slide, slide You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy .40 on my lap, on God, nigga Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em Ayy, slide You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, die with 'em