Die to Get Rich lyrics

[Intro: D Savage]
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Whole lotta flexin'
Fenix, what we doin'?
Rest in peace Mac P Dawg
Y'all know how the f*ck we get down, b*tch
(I'm sorry, oh my god)

[Chorus: D Savage]
30 rounds in my clip
Walk 'em down wit that stick
I catch a opp and I'm letting it hit
She wanna f*ck, um, just suck on my di*k
Smoke out the pound, you smoke out the zip
I'm flexin' like Fenix, she just love the drip
I feel like Jack Phoenix I'm higher than a b*tch
Feelin' like 50, I'll die to get rich

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin & D Savage]
I feel like 50, I ride with a fifty
I see a opp, I'ma kill 'em, don't tempt me
Catching me slippin'? Hell nah boy you trippin'
I'm finna shoot a n*gga out his Christians
Box a n*gga up, I'ma wrap him like Christmas
I f*ck your b*tch, had that hoe do the dishes
She eat it up, said that di*k was delicious (Ayy)
I'm tryna walk a n*gga down with the quickness
I feel like Thugger, I ran up some digits (Some digits)
He said we beefin', lil n*gga let's get it (Ayy, ayy)
I see my target, bet I'ma hit it
I live my life like a GTA mission
n*gga where you at, what you wanna do? (Come here, b*tch)
Do a drill up on the opps in a foreign coupe
He ain't make it to the crib, but he made the news (Ayy)
It get tricky in the field, n*gga, win or lose
[Chorus: D Savage] x2
30 rounds in my clip
Walk 'em down wit that stick
I catch a opp and I'm letting it hit
She wanna f*ck, um, just suck on my di*k
Smoke out the pound, you smoke out the zip
I'm flexin' like Fenix, she just love the drip
I feel like Jack Phoenix I'm higher than a b*tch
Feelin' like 50, I'll die to get rich

[Verse 2: D Savage]
Dive in that pus*y, it's pretty and pink
Cartier buffs and they wet like the sink
Go to Miami to cuban my link
Fenix said f*ck it drop 20 on teeth
Shorty 'n I get in my bag, I do whatev' for my dawg
Laugh to the bank I'm like hahaha
I know my haters they want me to fall off
Kick a n*gga door with the sawed off
Run up on n*ggas with the wrong plan
Have my lil n*gga blow your face off
(Have my lil n*gga blow your face off)

[Chorus: D Savage]
30 rounds in my clip
Walk 'em down wit that stick
I catch a opp and I'm letting it hit
She wanna f*ck, um, just suck on my di*k
Smoke out the pound, you smoke out the zip
I'm flexin' like Fenix, she just love the drip
I feel like Jack Phoenix I'm higher than a b*tch
Feelin' like 50, I'll die to get rich
[Outro: D Savage]
2021 ours, b*tch