Die Lit* lyrics

[Intro]
(Neilaworld)
Yeah

[Verse]
We in Neiman Marcus
I'm like, "Damn, b*tch, I need that"
I'm not high enough
I'm like, "Damn, where my weed at?" (Uh)
Where my lean at? (Uh)
Where my ecstasy? (Uh)
I got this bad ass b*tch, she gettin' next to me, yeah
She go Baghdad, yeah, yeah, she blowing me, yeah
I got drank in my cup, too many drugs, can't fall in love
These lame ass n*ggas fallin' off
Me? I'm just fallin' up
Me? I'm just ballin' up
Hundred TVs, told 'em, "Mount it up"
These n*ggas can't see me, I don't give no f*cks
'Cause I know I'm fire, and I know they suck
Pull up, SRT, I'm talkin' 'bout that truck
I pull up on your b*tch, now she is starstruck
She like, "Damn, he rich, goddamn, he up"
Ain't no façade, b*tch, I'm havin' this sh*t
Just like my boy Carti, yeah, I'ma die lit
I'ma shoot up the party if you reach for my wrist
Yeah, a n*gga try me, you know he gettin' killed
I been serving these lean fiends, no seal
I been serving these weed fiends, no scale
You just cappin' and rappin', I'm trappin' for real
I took off my Balenci' and put on Margiela
Hell yeah, I'm a vamp, how I'm lookin' for Bella
I was just in my city, but now I'm in Ella
And when I say Ella, b*tch, I mean LA...