They Die

Ok I got nice car I took it to the valet
And I ain't worried about the cost so you gon' get me everyday
And if you wanna act stupid nigga I'll just call up Jay
I can't stand being broke I'ma get it any way
Ay, I got two K's bro with me and that's three
Ay, the mask on you can't tell if it is me
Tell her put her pants on no relationship with me
Ay, it's a new dance song bullets droppin' to the beat
These niggas talkin' like they big but they workin' with the cops
I do everything nigga feel like Jamie Foxx
You can catch a couple bullets twenty one like Capalot
I was that kid on your block, put your face in sandbox
Swear he a dogs still beat him like I'm with the sandlot
Hold on, you catch a missile to your tissue man I'm too official
I spray like Rambo hit your lambo promise I'ma hit you
But I don't need that hit your kneecap make you really crippled
Let me chill out nigga I push the seat back
Let me run up in your crib while you chillin' push your seat back
See you broke and make no moves I don't care about your feedback
And you stay down when you lose see I don't really need that
I don't need a gun I'll let these hands fly
But if they bring out glocks, I send my shots, they turn to vampires
That mean these bullets hot, they skin will rot, and then they die

(Uhh, uhh and then they die)

Ay, ay, and then they die
No I can't talk or twitter beef I let these bullets fly
I used to be a weird nigga then I became the guy
If you act dumb this brand new chop heat you up like pizza pie
Drumroll for the goofy niggas sittin' in the back
I love my dawgs like my momma talk down and they attack
I got a bitch that's gon' pull it guess I got it like that
I got another bitch keep her cause her ass really fat
But I won't speak on that, too busy talkin' bag
But you can't enter in my convo you ain't got no sac bitch
I just landed out in New York dropped a bag in sacs fifth
Keep it on me LC with me bitch we movin' tactic
Icy rocks hidden glock got a new attachment
Post on the block set up shop all the cops they absent
I'm like my paps Stackknots that's that brand new fashion
Fuck all the opps they get dropped if they want the static
I'm talkin heavy missile, bitch if I shoot won't miss you
I'll come on your block on your front step fuck no I won't diss you
Hollows rip through your tissue, I rap the shit I been through
Your bitch gon' come to my crib suck my dick and still gon' kiss you
Bitch I move too official, don't gotta talk I whistle
I'll drop a bag on your head if they fuck up I'll come get you
I might get 2 gold pistols, to match my brand new crystals
We'll wipe his nose like he sneezed but he won't get no signals