Die Slow lyrics

Yuh, b*tch, huh, huh
Fortyyyyyy

[Chorus:]
I’m popping out, I’m with my f*cking gang
n*gga you a b*tch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his f*cking head, fill him up with lead
f*ck this rapping sh*t, it’s n*ggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a n*gga, in his crimson chin
Where the f*ck you been?
Or Where you at?
I’m posted where he lack
I’m trynna make a stack
I’ll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached

[Verse 1:]
Man I ain’t chasing b*tches, only thing I’m chasing is the bread
And if her pus*y easy, I don’t even ask her for the head
Cause what these b*tches on, they only trusting sh*t that you ain’t said
I’m getting topped off from ya b*tch, that’s why shе leaving you on read
Now what I said?
I ain’t trusting hoes, I ain’t trusting n*ggas
Squeezing triggеrs
n*ggas flaw as f*ck
They ain’t really killers
I pull up, with a f*cking strap
Gun that n*gga down
Keep suppressors on my guns
So I can move without a sound
I ain’t smoking, on my
Opp’s life
Cause he mid as f*ck
Scale him up, and then I serve cheap
Because he mid as f*ck!
They don’t buy his ass, Because they know his gas is mid as f*ck!
I call him CBD because this n*gga really mid as f*ck!
Nah I’m dead as f*ck, this n*gga trynna fight
But his b*tch trynna f*ck
f*ck em up, he taking down on gang, I gotta shut him up
Pistol play, I play with pus*y b*tch, that AK gotta spray
Pull up and shoot the place he lay
This n*gga never safe
[Chorus:]
I’m popping out, I’m with my f*cking gang
n*gga you a b*tch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his f*cking head, fill him up with lead
f*ck this rapping sh*t, it’s n*ggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a n*gga, in his crimson chin
Where the f*ck you been?
Or Where you at?
I’m posted where he lack
I’m trynna make a stack
I’ll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached
I’m popping out, I’m with my f*cking gang
n*gga you a b*tch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his f*cking head, fill him up with lead
f*ck this rapping sh*t, it’s n*ggas out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a n*gga, in his crimson chin
Where the f*ck you been?
Or Where you at?
I’m posted where he lack
I’m trynna make a stack
I’ll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, I cannot get attached