Die Wit Em (Explicit)

Die Wit Em (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q

Lyrics by：Q. Hanley/R. LaTour/J. Juliano/D. Jackson

Composed by：Q. Hanley/R. LaTour/J. Juliano/D. Jackson

Oh woo

Oh yeah

Got that .40 on my lap on God n***a

Hit that b***h from yesterday she mine n***a

Got that .223 on me it dive in 'em

Ayy slide slide slide

You keep talking b***h then you can die with 'em ayy

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 s**t we live we been did it ayy

Mix and match my b***h she real different ayy

Beat my b***hes' a*ses 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 n***a 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 b***h up out her Pradas uh

Hit a lick up in the Pradas uh

'Nother win for the robbers

Got that .40 on my lap on God n***a

Hit that b***h from yesterday she mine n***a

Got that .223 on me it dive in 'em

Ayy slide slide slide

You keep talking b***h then you can die with 'em ayy

No aim with this kick I'm wild with it ayy

Hop out in them trucks get down n***a ayy

Candles lit he fed the whole corner ayy

B***h don't call my phone the feds on us ayy

One right through your scalp the wig killer ayy

New fur on my b***h it's chinchilla ayy

This here on my wrist I been had it ayy

This here on my hip the real static uh ayy

N***a my b***h 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 n***a get to leaking uh

Yeah

N***a beat didn't get to breathe in

N***as die every summer uh

N***as ride every summer uh

Bring the heat for the cut-up uh

Play with sticks I'm a drummer

Got that .40 on my lap on God n***a

Hit that b***h from yesterday she mine n***a

Got that .223 on me it dive in 'em

Ayy slide slide slide

You keep talking b***h then you can die with 'em ayy

.40 on my lap on God n***a

Hit that b***h from yesterday she mine n***a

Got that .223 on me it dive in 'em

Ayy slide

You keep talking b***h then you can die with 'em

Die with 'em