ScHoolboy Q - Die Wit Em Lyrics
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    Die Wit Em

    [Intro]
    Oh, woo
    Oh, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Got that .40 on my lap, on God, nigga
    Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
    Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
    You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with ’em, ayy

    [Verse 1]
    White chalk on the ground, the squad did it, ayy
    One came with two clips, it came with it, ayy
    Old school got that leanin', top missing, ayy
    '64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit, ayy
    Rapping shit we live, we been did it, ayy
    Mix and match my bitch, she real different, ayy
    Beat my bitches’ asses dumb stupid, ayy
    911 twin turbo sound foolish, ayy
    Couple pieces, gotta have it, uh
    Caught a wave, is it magic? Uh
    Crush your head, is it magic? Uh
    Dropping bodies in the casket, uh
    I'm a legend in the set, yeah
    Your big homie getting checked, uh
    The realest nigga out the West, uh
    Makaveli in the flesh, uh
    Orange beanie, think about it, uh
    Got a pistol out the closet, uh
    'Nother mil' to deposit, uh
    Heard your record, I'm your father, uh
    Switching styles, pick a product, uh
    Snatch your bitch up out her Pradas, uh
    Hit a lick up in the Pradas, uh
    'Nother win for the robbers

    [Chorus]
    Got that .40 on my lap, on God, nigga
    Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
    Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
    You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy

    [Verse 2]
    No aim with this kick, I’m wild with it, ayy
    Hop out in them trucks, get down, nigga, ayy
    Candles lit, he fed the whole corner, ayy
    Bitch, don’t call my phone, the feds on us, ayy
    One right through your scalp, the wig killer, ayy
    New fur on my bitch, it's chinchilla, ayy
    This here on my wrist, I been had it, ayy
    This here on my hip the real static, uh, ayy
    Nigga, my bitch is amazing
    Slapping the clip, perfect, uh
    Driving the whip, swerving, uh
    Balling, mane, Balmain, ayy
    See that R.I.C.O., get to hiding, hold on
    MAC-90, get to sliding, uh
    Step aside, I get to dropping, uh
    In my hoodie like I’m posted, uh
    Extra O for the Hova, uh
    Chuck Taylors, I'm a soldier
    Young nigga get to leaking, uh (Yeah)
    Nigga beat, didn't get to breathe in
    Niggas die every summer, uh
    Niggas ride every summer, uh
    Bring the heat for the cut-up, uh
    Play with sticks, I'm a drummer

    [Chorus]
    Got that .40 on my lap, on God, nigga
    Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
    Got that .223 on me, it dive in ’em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
    You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy
    .40 on my lap, on God, nigga
    Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
    Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide)
    You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, die with 'em

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