Die Wit Em - ScHoolboy Q

Oh, woo

Oh, yeah

Got that .40 on my lap, I’m 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

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 turbine 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

Got that .40 on my lap, I’m 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

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

Trap tales, 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

Got that .40 on my lap, I’m 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, I’m 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