Die Today

Aye
Yea yo bitch hit me up, and she always texting
Want some smoke, let me get my smith and wesson
Young Florida boy, i'll teach you a lesson
Aye, and you know i'm always flexing

You gone die today
You gone die today
Got a Glock, mac 11
And a fucking K
X2

Look behind me in the mirror
Then i see the flash
Cop pull up, said
Where you get this cash
Sorry 12
But i did 200 on the dash
And that shawty fine
So you know i had to smash

Hundred on my neck
And a hundred on my wrist
And the chopper smoke his ass
We gone leave him with a lisp
And if you want some smoke
No i don't use my fist
Oh yea, You mad
Thats too bad leave you pissed

You gone die today
You gone die today
Got a Glock, mac 11
And a fucking K
X4