Die Bout It lyrics

[Intro]
Authentic or nothin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this sh*t
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the sh*ts
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a n*gga, hop back in the whip
b*tch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this sh*t

[Verse 1]
Pop off, n*gga get knocked off
We gon' let shots off, finger get chopped off
I know the streets love me, I move like a boss
My posse went shopping, didn't care 'bout the cost
I give her my meat but I keep all the sauce
Don't know 'bout them keys we got hidden in the loft
b*tch, I might bat you behind like a catcher
Don't run up to b*tches, don't got time to catch up
I heard he a snitch, might have to stretch him
Run with my dawgs, you cannot pet them
My Gucci real, you can tell by the texture
f*ck all my teachers, they stupid ass lectures
Kodak that when I pop out
Hundred some racks as a dropout
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this sh*t
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the sh*ts
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a n*gga, hop back in the whip
b*tch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this sh*t

[Verse 2]
I don't need no ties with a blogger
I put my b*tch in the new Balenciagas
I shot him a thirty, that was just for starters
4N went hard and this one goin' harder (Hell yeah)
I came back with a new watch
Fifty racks in the shoebox
Yosemite Sam, two Glocks
Reincarnated 2Pac
Killin' these n*ggas, I'm handing out graves
So many whips like I'm handing out slaves
n*ggas get ate like I'm handing out trays
Ain't no more minimum wage
n*ggas ain't gang gang gang, buy 'em a membership
I jumped off the bus and went straight to the dealership
You never see us, we eat in the back
Sticks'll get hungry and eat on your back
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this sh*t
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the sh*ts
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a n*gga, hop back in the whip
b*tch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this sh*t

[Verse 3]
I'm due for a hundred, know it for a fact
Bought her a booty just to throw it back
Take her right out the hood and then I threw her back
Throw 'em some shop but never throw 'em slack
I put a hundred million up on wax
I got a hundred drippin' off of racks
I spent a hundred on her up at Saks
I count a hundred thousand in the back
Plead the fifth, don't cop out
Do the dash, n*gga, top out
My b*tch fine like Angeline
Beat on n*ggas, tambourine (Shake 'em up)
These n*ggas fruity like tangerines (Gay)
I count money 'til my hands green (Damn)
Louis V mixed with new Supreme
Did one-sixty in a new Saleen
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this sh*t
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the sh*ts
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a n*gga, hop back in the whip
b*tch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this sh*t