Do or Die
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm with the- (yeah)
I'm with some- (yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yes I cook up, just like Hibachi
And I got this Asian bitch, she got a body
I'm smokin' on, gelato, gelati
In the nighttime, she Buffie the Body
Lil bitch I'm hot, hot, Taki
My lil' pinky finger is iced out like hockey
I ran laps 'round these niggas, can't clap me, can't stop me
I got so many hoes, in so many lobbies
I got cheese, lil' baby like pasta
I got blue racks like Bentley, this shit is so awesome
They can't rain on my umbrella, I'll go harder
Hit that hoe for the fifth time, like The Carter
Then I hit for the sixth time, this The Barter
Help my man hit a lick, then I'll hit your daughter
I'll do a suicide mission for dollars
They said it was do or die, then we started
But look, here go the problem
Yeah, I know these niggas, they don't got no dollars
Lil' bitch, I been balling just like Iguodala
When she suck me in public, can't clean up, she swallowed
Yeah, damn, I just spent a whole ten
And the new Perks cut, baby please don't OD
I might hit her once, ghost her 'fore she go sleep
You could fold your bankroll, but can't fold me (I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
Yeah, kick shit like karate
Yeah, I'm riding, rolling off a Roxy
Bitch, Quavo, Versace Versace
I'm out in Zone 6, I'm smoking Holly
East side bitch, want me to take her shopping
Real real lit, nigga, paparazzi
Yeah bitch, we lit, but the fires at the party
Yeah bitch, we lit, if you try us we popping
Yes I cook up, just like Hibachi
And I got this Asian bitch, she got a body
I'm smokin' on, gelato, gelati
In the nighttime, she Buffy the Body
Lil' bitch I'm hot, hot, Taki
My lil' pinky finger is iced out like hockey
I ran laps 'round these niggas, can't clap me, can't stop me
I got so many hoes, in so many lobbies
I got cheese, lil' baby like pasta
I got blue racks like Bentley, this shit is so awesome
They can't rain on my umbrella, I'll go harder
Hit that hoe for the fifth time, like The Carter
Then I hit for the sixth time, this The Barter
Help my man hit a lick, then I'll hit your daughter
I'll do a suicide mission for dollars
They said it was do or die, then we started, uh
I'm in this bitch with Clayco
Yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm with the- (yeah)
I'm with some- (yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yes I cook up, just like Hibachi
And I got this Asian bitch, she got a body
I'm smokin' on, gelato, gelati
In the nighttime, she Buffie the Body
Lil bitch I'm hot, hot, Taki
My lil' pinky finger is iced out like hockey
I ran laps 'round these niggas, can't clap me, can't stop me
I got so many hoes, in so many lobbies
I got cheese, lil' baby like pasta
I got blue racks like Bentley, this shit is so awesome
They can't rain on my umbrella, I'll go harder
Hit that hoe for the fifth time, like The Carter
Then I hit for the sixth time, this The Barter
Help my man hit a lick, then I'll hit your daughter
I'll do a suicide mission for dollars
They said it was do or die, then we started
But look, here go the problem
Yeah, I know these niggas, they don't got no dollars
Lil' bitch, I been balling just like Iguodala
When she suck me in public, can't clean up, she swallowed
Yeah, damn, I just spent a whole ten
And the new Perks cut, baby please don't OD
I might hit her once, ghost her 'fore she go sleep
You could fold your bankroll, but can't fold me (I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
Yeah, kick shit like karate
Yeah, I'm riding, rolling off a Roxy
Bitch, Quavo, Versace Versace
I'm out in Zone 6, I'm smoking Holly
East side bitch, want me to take her shopping
Real real lit, nigga, paparazzi
Yeah bitch, we lit, but the fires at the party
Yeah bitch, we lit, if you try us we popping
Yes I cook up, just like Hibachi
And I got this Asian bitch, she got a body
I'm smokin' on, gelato, gelati
In the nighttime, she Buffy the Body
Lil' bitch I'm hot, hot, Taki
My lil' pinky finger is iced out like hockey
I ran laps 'round these niggas, can't clap me, can't stop me
I got so many hoes, in so many lobbies
I got cheese, lil' baby like pasta
I got blue racks like Bentley, this shit is so awesome
They can't rain on my umbrella, I'll go harder
Hit that hoe for the fifth time, like The Carter
Then I hit for the sixth time, this The Barter
Help my man hit a lick, then I'll hit your daughter
I'll do a suicide mission for dollars
They said it was do or die, then we started, uh
I'm in this bitch with Clayco
Credits
Writer(s): Destroy Lonely
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