DIE BOUT IT

[Intro]
Wait, hold on (Hey, kk)

[Chorus]
Feel like the biggest in the room
When I walk in, these niggas tend to shut up or they leave the room
It must 'cause they heard about the Young Crew, know what we be on
We on that gangster shit for real, sit down 'fore you get your ass killed
I hate these pump-fakin' niggas, know he ain't tryna get nothin' hit
Just put a piece inside my shit, you gon' see fire come out the stick
Ain't got no gun, but he be fresh as hell, gon' inside them Ricks (Oh, say what?)
She with the gang, you better not die about that bitch

[Verse]
Uh, my partner 'nem on demon time, ain't gotta fake the demon eye
Watch the windows, shoot straight through that bitch soon as he peek the blind
I fuck her good, give her a week, she gon' come key my ride
What's up with all that Instagram shit? Can't wait 'til we collide
I think I'm probably losin' weight, I gotta take links out the Rollie
Nigga think 'cause I'm on tour, that mean that smoke shit start rollin'
I can't stop rappin' 'cause it's gon' let down my fans, they say I'm the one, I'm goated
We in the splat and I'm finna ride down the ave, tryna see one of these niggas loafin' (Hold on)
Got enough pape' to get the whole city whacked, I'm stayin' focused
My partner a felon, but I'm tellin' him, "Don't go out lackin', still tote it"
Told 'em all these niggas against us, in this world, it's us only
Know I taught never be loud, just keep it quiet, smack your opponent
We gon' step on everything around
On opp block tryna bang it out
We boxed him in, I don't how the fuck this nigga made it out
Tryna spin us gon' be the wrong thing, you better change the route
Hop out a hot car with a hot Glock, we just call it flamin' out
She said she love a rap nigga, so I fucked her while my chain was out
This nigga from the West, moved to the East, now he just gangster now
Rappin' 'bout gay shit in your songs, somebody come and cancel him
That B shit hot as fuck right now, we gon' wait 'til the coast is clear, hold on

[Chorus]
Feel like the biggest in the room
When I walk in, these niggas tend to shut up or they leave the room
It must 'cause they heard about the Young Crew, know what we be on
We on that gangster shit for real, sit down 'fore you get your ass killed
I hate these pump-fakin' niggas, know he ain't tryna get nothin' hit
Just put a piece inside my shit, you gon' see fire come out the stick
Ain't got no gun, but he be fresh as hell, gon' inside them Ricks (Oh, say what?)
She with the gang, you better not die about that bitch

[Outro]
Better not die about that bitch, nigga
You better not die about that
Better not die about that bitch, nigga