Die Rich
(Dulio, 力を貸して)
(Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Booted up off X, Chrome Hearts on my bitch
I like Wock', I don't like Tris (no)
Deep off of them drugs, baby, this how deep this shit get
Tell a pussy nigga fall in line or he get hit with that bitch
Just got a brand new FN, flyin' through the wind (fly)
Keep making them disses, then your bitch ass get zipped, yeah
I ain't finna trip, me and my bitch takin' a trip, yeah
Fourteen bullets up in this Glock, shoutout Tripp', yeah
These fucking millions ain't gon' stop 'til I die, bitch
Told a lil' broke bitch, lil' bitch, I'ma die rich
Told a lil' broke nigga, lil' bitch, I'm gon' die lit
Told my brother playin' with them sticks, "Change the firing pin"
I'm off Roxy and Addy, I'm going crazy
Met her in Chanel, now this bitch wanna have my baby
Noddin' in off a fucking spaceship, God come save me
You know the motto, lil' bitch, you want a feat, you gotta pay me
Yeah, put him in the pavement, my brother them going crazy
Walkin' in his house, walkin' in his crib, then we go and raid shit
Rockin' with Jamaicans, I'm fuckin' on a bad blasian
My nigga clutch Dracs and SKs, he going ape shit
Get on your knees, lil' nasty freak, you gotta taste it
Two twin Glocks stay on me, let's get it blazing
Yeah, watch his body lock up, then shrivel up like a raisin
Yeah, I would trade this life for nothing, this shit amazing
Booted up off X, Chrome Hearts on my bitch
I like Wock', I don't like Tris (no)
Deep off of them drugs, baby, this how deep this shit get
Tell a pussy nigga fall in line or he get hit with that bitch
Just got a brand new FN, flyin' through the wind (fly)
Keep making them disses, then your bitch ass get zipped, yeah
I ain't finna trip, me and my bitch takin' a trip, yeah
Fourteen bullets up in this Glock, shoutout Tripp', yeah
These fucking millions ain't gon' stop 'til I die, bitch
Told a lil' broke bitch, lil' bitch, I'ma die rich
Told a lil' broke nigga, lil' bitch, I'm gon' die lit
Told my brother playin' with them sticks, "Change the firing pin"
(Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Booted up off X, Chrome Hearts on my bitch
I like Wock', I don't like Tris (no)
Deep off of them drugs, baby, this how deep this shit get
Tell a pussy nigga fall in line or he get hit with that bitch
Just got a brand new FN, flyin' through the wind (fly)
Keep making them disses, then your bitch ass get zipped, yeah
I ain't finna trip, me and my bitch takin' a trip, yeah
Fourteen bullets up in this Glock, shoutout Tripp', yeah
These fucking millions ain't gon' stop 'til I die, bitch
Told a lil' broke bitch, lil' bitch, I'ma die rich
Told a lil' broke nigga, lil' bitch, I'm gon' die lit
Told my brother playin' with them sticks, "Change the firing pin"
I'm off Roxy and Addy, I'm going crazy
Met her in Chanel, now this bitch wanna have my baby
Noddin' in off a fucking spaceship, God come save me
You know the motto, lil' bitch, you want a feat, you gotta pay me
Yeah, put him in the pavement, my brother them going crazy
Walkin' in his house, walkin' in his crib, then we go and raid shit
Rockin' with Jamaicans, I'm fuckin' on a bad blasian
My nigga clutch Dracs and SKs, he going ape shit
Get on your knees, lil' nasty freak, you gotta taste it
Two twin Glocks stay on me, let's get it blazing
Yeah, watch his body lock up, then shrivel up like a raisin
Yeah, I would trade this life for nothing, this shit amazing
Booted up off X, Chrome Hearts on my bitch
I like Wock', I don't like Tris (no)
Deep off of them drugs, baby, this how deep this shit get
Tell a pussy nigga fall in line or he get hit with that bitch
Just got a brand new FN, flyin' through the wind (fly)
Keep making them disses, then your bitch ass get zipped, yeah
I ain't finna trip, me and my bitch takin' a trip, yeah
Fourteen bullets up in this Glock, shoutout Tripp', yeah
These fucking millions ain't gon' stop 'til I die, bitch
Told a lil' broke bitch, lil' bitch, I'ma die rich
Told a lil' broke nigga, lil' bitch, I'm gon' die lit
Told my brother playin' with them sticks, "Change the firing pin"
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Writer(s): George Kala, Summrs Summrs
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