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