‎die lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck is you talkin' bout?)

[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Up the glick, put him in the sky
I'm getting money why would I lie?
These n*ggas know I'm keeping that fie
Talking on smoke, you gon' die
He try to be me, he tried
Smoking on gas n*gga with the guys
Whatever I like n*gga I'ma buy
I hit that hoe once, then she cried

[Verse 1: ohsxnta]
I'ma j*rk to these hoes no Jamaica
I'm sitting back, counting all this pape'
You wanna come back, you too late
She wanna come and kick it all day
Tex-Tex-Texting your b*tch back, like, "Hey"
I'm getting money like everyday
Badass hoe, can't be my bae
The feds pull up, I can't stay
Rolling the cookies on the ash tray
I'm not living life the right way
Badass hoe give me good face
Remember I hit her up on MySpace
You takin bad drugs, them laced
Got a mask on so I don't catch a case
Ho-Ho-Hop on the beat I'm knowing what to say
I'm getting the chips like Frito-Lay
[Verse 2: sixoceans]
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
Ran a lil' check for the mill'
Talking on gang, get popped like a pill
I-I-I take the drugs, 'cause I love the feel
She wanna f*ck, told her keep it real
In that b*tch with the fire b*tch I'm clutching the steel
Got a white shooter, think that n*gga named Phil
And that b*tch tryna f*ck me for hunnids
And that n*gga want smoke, lil' b*tch we could go run it
He wanna talk on the gang, pus*y n*gga got punished
And that boy got the ball, lil' b*tch better punt it
And we running that check up, for the mill'
b*tch I'm Tisa, feel so silly
She tryna f*ck, I told her "Really?"
To-Too many clones these n*ggas stealing
I just want the f*ckin' bag
Run up on me, then we pushin' you back
I-I got your mama strung off of the crack
Ni-Ni-Ni-n*ggas too broke, can't even make 'em a rack
b*tch I ain't Jace, I ain't gotta go rat
I got your b*tch, she gon' eat on my sa-a-a-a-
I got the fent', in a 6 pack
b*tch I been working on making this bag
Jugg a n*gga for racks, now he sad as a b*tch
RPG on my side and it came with a switch
I ain't on none of the bullsh*t, tryna get rich
And I came with your hoe, she gon' eat on my di*k
Ran down with that pole, he get hit with that switch
I'm with Sxnta in the Prada store
She tryna f*ck, I ain't hitting no whore
We send a b*tch n*gga to the floor (Floor)