Die L’z

[Intro: Bang Da Hitta, Magic and Mose Deuce]
Ayy, bro, who in that cut?
Ayy, it's all good!
(Maybach Music)
Farwell, we in this bitch
Already know how we do
Die Howard, die L's, that's how we rock
You already know, I'm tryna catch a L out here, boy
You already know

[Verse 1]
I'm die L's like Al Mac and I'm die Howard like Insane
Hi-Power with that 30 on it and I swear to God, that bitch bang
Some say, I'll never change 'cause I be that attempt and I'm still the same
With the Rock's on me and that Glock on me
If you a opp, homie, you getting dropped, homie
Shit real, ask around
Rogers Park, it's going down
Don't fuck around with that fuck around
Those fuck boys gon' get fucked around
30 up in that clip, boy
Fuck around and get hit, boy
PBG that shit, boy
Don't fuck around with my clique, boy
My youngings keep them hitters
Catch a opp and they gon' heat 'em
I swear my pistol trifling 'cause that lil bitch is a eater
All we know is opp top
Bleed when a opp drop
Make them fucking cops hot when that 50 shot rock
Bitch, I'm die L's for them fuck niggas
'Cause I don't fuck with them fuck niggas
You fuck around with them fuck niggas
You gon' fuck around and get slumped, nigga
Shout out to my young niggas who be hittin' shit
Who be killin' shit
Who be drillin' shit
Don't give no fucks if you innocent
You can get it, bitch!

[Hook]
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die, die, die)

[Verse 2]
This that Farwell music flow
Just to let you niggas know
This that grab your pistol, catch a opposition slippin' flow
Black truck, masked up
"There he go!" MAC bust
Chrome poled up, split the dome
That's what ya call bad luck
Toe tag, DOA
That's for being in my way
Homicides looking for me
Fuck it, dog, I'm M.I.A
North Pole, Farwell
Yell that 'til my heart swell
Disrespect my hood, guarantee it's gon' be all Hell
30 days, 30 nights
It's gon' rain, all shells
Peace treaties, that ain't us
We ain't with that peaceful stuff
All we do is shoot shit up
Insane Gang, that be us
Swerving in Suburbans
Pistols twerking, bitch, we love the rush
Ain't no man that we trust, unless it's dead presidents
Try us if you want, you get smoked like Swisher blunt

[Interlude: Bang Da Hitta and Spazz Out]
Yeah, y'all know what it is
We smoking L's, bitch
Fuck them niggas
Niggas talkin' 'bout peace treaties and shit
Nigga, stop calling our motherfucking phone!
Fuck wrong with you niggas?
You niggas know what it is, nigga
Bullets and gun smoke when you see a nigga
Die L's (Die L's, bitch!)

[Hook]
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die, die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die)
Die L's, die L's, die L's (Die, die, die, die)