Die Litt

[Intro]
4evr young
Yeah (EVILGIANE)
Yeah, die lit (SurfGang, bitch)
Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, nigga, like it's Shaolin
Same nigga that you niggas was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap

[Verse 1]
She feelin' my vibe, she said I'm a cool cat
"Pasto, you mean, why you gotta do that?"
I got the drac' in the bag, this shit in a bookbag
She actin' dirty, I can't even look at
An L, nigga, I never took that
An L, nigga, you know that you took that
Yeah, boy, watch your face, nigga
Don't worry 'bout my case, nigga
Runnin' from the cops, from the Jakes, yeah
Takin' the food off his plate, yeah
Bitch, I'm in first, nigga, first place, yeah
You in last, last race, yeah
I'm on the charge, takin' niggas place, yeah
We straighten that boy, straight like a brace, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, nigga, like it's Shaolin
Same nigga that you niggas was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I had to relocate
40 gon' cool him like steak
I wanted a better life, had to pray
You need to get a life, get away
Never let a fuck-nigga have a ruined day
Yeah, I'm playin' you niggas like 2K
Control a nigga, My Player
Ballin' hard, Dion Waiters
Sneak dissin', boy, that boy, he's a hater
Got the game on lock like feelin' the wave, uh
Chopper gon' rip that lil' nigga like paper
(Man, I got too much talkin' to go to the Lakers)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, nigga, like it's Shaolin
Same nigga that you niggas was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, nigga, like it's Shaolin
Same nigga that you niggas was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah