Die With It

[Intro]
He slayed this one

[Chorus]
Twenty-five (Twenty-five, yeah)
Twenty-five in my fuckin' jeans (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on Runtz (Pack, pack), it's in my Russian Cream
I put money, money, money in my bitch bag (No, no)
I put her in new Dior when I make my bitch bad (Yeah, yeah)
I put a few bands in the PayPal (Woah)
Finna hit [?] and race out (Skrrt)
My killers gon' ride, hope alI my opps stay in the safehouse
Hit a bitch from the back wearin' Bape now (Yeah, yeah)
You can see how my Masi' go
When I'm with your bitch, she gon' make sure all the Molly gone (Gone, gone)

[Verse]
I ride around with an army gun (Boom!)
You hear the sound settle in the air whenever I park it, huh?
I swear this shit go so damn fast, I slide in it (Skrrt)
And if you got a wish to kill me, then you dying with it (Uh-huh)
I started breakin' bitches hearts from when I [?] (Sorry Mom)
I remember I was down, G and WAV let me ride with 'em (They did)
And I love my girl so much, I swear to God I'm dyin' with 'em (Yeah, yeah)
I hope they proud of me, feel the drugs inside of me (Yeah, yeah)
Neck got ice like a hockey team (Woah)
She didn't wanna come talk to me, now her and her friends like me
I poured a six in a iced tea (Yeah)
Dior my shoes, no hiking (No, no)
I put some weed in the blunt, Qualitest my cup (Woah)
Your bitch gon' meet up with us (Yeah)
Know that she actin' a diva with us (On God)
Hit from the back, I'm beatin' it up (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Twenty-five (Twenty-five, yeah)
Twenty-five in my fuckin' jeans (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on Runtz (Pack, pack), it's in my Russian Cream
I put money, money, money in my bitch bag (No, no)
I put her in new Dior when I make my bitch bad (Yeah, yeah)
I put a few bands in the PayPal (Woah)
Finna hit [?] and race out (Skrrt)
My killers gon' ride, hope alI my opps stay in the safehouse
Hit a bitch from the back wearin' Bape now (Yeah, yeah)
You can see how my Masi' go
When I'm with your bitch, she gon' make sure all the Molly gone (Gone, gone)