Down to Die Lyrics

It ain't shit to put you on no shirt

My shooter pull up and he get to murkin

Yeah, that bitch just popped a perc

I told that bitch to get to twerkin

And she throw it back for a real one

This a real gun

I keep real ones

On my side

We down to slide

Bitch those my guys

You down to die?

Well, you bout to die

I heard you ain't the man of your city

Told your bitch to get with me

A hundred racks in the briefcase

Fuck it, I'm standin' on business

Bitch, I ain't never been your man

So how the fuck am I switchin'

I ain't tryna do shitbut fuck that bitch

And put diamonds all in the pendant

Bitch, I'm independent, I'm my own boss

Water on the wrist like Voss

And I flex Rick Ross

Lookin' at your car, that ain't no Bentayga

I know if that boy get locked up, he gon' sing Fantasia

I'm bout my damn paper

Bitch I'ma see you later

Fuck you right to a hater

Pour a four right in that Faygo

If you ain't with me, you against me

That's just how it go

In the mosh pit at the show

She rippin' off my clothes

And all my diamonds leakin' cause they really froze, bitch

Fuckin' that bitch at my show

Lookin' at me, I stand ten toes

Bitch, I'm the one that's really chosen

Everyone around me too real

Everyone around me poppin'

Bitch, I'll take you shoppin

Ask a bitch what we coppin', we cop it all

It ain't shit to put you on no shirt

My shooter pull up and he get to murkin

Yeah, that bitch just popped a perc

I told that bitch to get to twerkin

And she throw it back for a real one

This a real gun

I keep real ones

On my side

We down to slide

Bitch those my guys

You down to die?

Well, you bout to die