Die Wit Em lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, woo
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Got that .40 on my lap, on God, n*gga
Hit that b*tch from yesterday, she mine, n*gga
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, b*tch, 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 sh*t we live, we been did it, ayy
Mix and match my b*tch, she real different, ayy
Beat my b*tches’ asses dumb stupid, ayy
911 twin turbo 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 n*gga 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 b*tch 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, n*gga
Hit that b*tch from yesterday, she mine, n*gga
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, b*tch, 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, n*gga, ayy
Candles lit, he fed the whole corner, ayy
b*tch, don’t call my phone, the feds on us, ayy
One right through your scalp, the wig killer, ayy
New fur on my b*tch, it's chinchilla, ayy
This here on my wrist, I been had it, ayy
This here on my hip the real static, uh, ayy
n*gga, my b*tch 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 n*gga get to leaking, uh (Yeah)
n*gga beat, didn't get to breathe in
n*ggas die every summer, uh
n*ggas 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, n*gga
Hit that b*tch from yesterday, she mine, n*gga
Got that .223 on me, it dive in ’em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, b*tch, then you can die with 'em, ayy
.40 on my lap, on God, n*gga
Hit that b*tch from yesterday, she mine, n*gga
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide)
You keep talking, b*tch, then you can die with 'em, die with 'em