Die Rich lyrics

[Verse 1: Endoh]
They hatin' on me, I'ma still die rich
That's yo' girl? I'ma steal that b*tch
I'm gettin' in bed, she feelin' it
.223, you gon' feel that sh*t
Never back down from no mission, if I start, I'm finishin'
Took a break and I came back, It's like I never left
I'm tryna get my mama a mansion, she won't never stress
I been up for half a week, I swear I never rest
Yo' favorite rapper really dookie, ain't no Johnny Test
Woah

[Verse 2: Izaya Tiji]
Look at that boy, he a clone
Lets hit a lick, my n*gga [?]
Buyin' a Tes', it's not slow
Wit' new carbon wit' .44's
I die rich 'cause that's what I chose
I give the Perc's to my bros
He talkin' sh*t and that's all I know
Need some pockеts, it's my load

[Verse 3: Endoh]
Hell no, hell no, hell no
Smokin' gas f*ckin' up ozone
Only want the head, don't want yo' hoe
He don't want no problems, he talk to this pole
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
That's yo' b*tch, she gon' throw that ass
I don't want it, just want the head
You snitched boy, you a f*ckin' fed
[Verse 4: Izaya Tiji]
Woah
Woah (Ooh)
Walk in the trap and I walk on the set
Two hoes, 'cause I don't give a flip
G.I.P cap on ya', GIP
I get the money she'll give me a kiss
Helmut Lang, mix it with the [?]
Look at yo' boyfriend, he so hit
Yeah, yeah, I really can't f*ck this up (No)
Yeah, I really can't f*ck this hoe
Uh, I think I love this one
Yeah, I gotta stay ten toes 'cause—
That's how I was raised lil' bru'
I'm in the bnb so stuck (Woah-woah-woah)
Two twin Glocks like I'm Chuck (What)

[Refrain: Endoh]
I ain't ya' friend, I ain't goin' for that
b*tch I'm dnd and you know that's a fact
Glock with the beam, I can't lack
You fakin' boy, I know that's a act
I ain't ya' friend, I ain't goin' for that
b*tch I'm dnd and you know that's a fact
Glock with the beam, I can't lack
You fakin' boy, I know that's a act
[Verse 5: Endoh]
Die young, what I'm mean to do
[?] in my fanta
Bad b*tch, she a dancer too
Think she came from Atlanta
Zay you got anymore Activ'?
Bad b*tch and I pass her
I ain't even mean to say that
I said she bad but I gassed it

[Verse 6: Izaya Tiji]
Yeah, so high on the moon (Hahaha)
Just sold that lil' boy some shrooms
She done had his baby, ok cool
Moncler 'cause I can't get cool
You know that I'm that soldier dude
Yeah, runnin' from the wee-woo
Now you know I gotta stay true
Some sh*t I don't gotta clue
And gotta make them, money moves
Stand on my money, not standing on stool
I put the xans, in my shoe
Go 'head boy but you know how I do
Frontlines man, I can't lose (Yeah)
What? He want some smoke, I'm like who? (Yeah)What? He want some smoke, I'm like who? (Yeah)
What?
[Outro: Endoh & Izaya Tiji]
Yeah, (Pew) ayy, (Woah) yeah-yeah, (Grraa, woah) fa-fa-fa (Yeah, woah)
Ayy, she gon' throw it around for me and [?], yuh
(Throw it while I'm pourin' this juice, woah, yeah, woah)
Ayy, that's yo' b*tch, why she suck me up?
(Uh-huh, woah, uh)
She gon' dance on me, she gon' f*ck it up (Up-up-up)
(Uh-uh)
No-no, woah-woah
(Woah, phew-phew-phew)
No-no, woah-woah
(Mm-mm, mmh-mmh)
Ayy, yeah, yeah
(Ahh)
Yeah, yeah
(Ah, ahh)
Yeah
(Yeah)
(Phew, grraa)