(Unreleased) Die Lit

Chorus:
Niggas they say die lit
Ferragamo on my bitch
Ding Dong nigga no ditch
Ping Pong break my wrist
Don’t wear designer I pick out my fits
Niggas talk shit but I still won’t give in
You girl is five but you mom is a ten
I keep me a watch on my wrist call me Ben
These niggas like damn did he do it again
My shoulder is moving I’m grooving again
Her face is a two but her body a ten
These niggas like damn is he moving again
I fucked me a model I cannot pretend
These niggas false rated call them IGN
N when I’m done fucking it looks like the end
A bitch dropping 50 call that many men
I’ll keep dropping music not stopping again

Verse:
Lil nigga eat dick
I ain't ever fuck your bitch
But if I did you wouldn't know
My neck is on 50 below
This ice got my shit looking froze
Don’t look like it bitch
But I keep me a pole
A 723 got them lil niggas froze
That girl she got swag when she switch out her clothes
She keep me a Glock in her purse for my foes
I call her my headache the way that she blow
She tricky
She tricky
She tricky
We pass that bitch round like a frisbee
My rollie it never tic tiky
I fuck on your bitch that’s a quickie
I fuck on that hoe and I put her to bed
Why she pop a pill like she taking her meds
I can’t love a thot man I just want the head
Her nigga was stalking got popped wit da lead
She drop her ass down like a body that’s dead
No nigga man we ain't got shooters up
Booted up
Used to fuck a bhad bitch riding on the tutor bus
Fuck it I’m a bad kid niggas was so rude to us
Now I’m on the tracklist got these nigga bouted up
You can check my phone but girl that's it
Ain't got no titties for me that’s it
I’m sorry not sorry it be like this
I throw out my rollie and free my wrist
Can’t fuck wiith that bitch cause I be like this
I fuck on that bitch and I be like this
I heard He a druggie he be on this
In two different worlds on some real shit
In two different games on some real shit
A different dimension I preexist
Why you talking like you really beating it
If this world is a game then I’m beating it

Chorus:
Niggas they say die lit
Ferragamo on my bitch
Ding Dong nigga no ditch
Ping Pong break my wrist
Don’t wear designer I pick out my fits
Niggas talk shit but I still won’t give in
You girl is five but you mom is a ten
I keep me a watch on my wrist call me Ben
These niggas like damn did he do it again
My shoulder is moving I’m grooving again
Her face is a two but her body a ten
These niggas like damn is he moving again
I fucked me a model I cannot pretend
These niggas false rated call them IGN
N when I’m done fucking it looks like the end
A bitch dropping 50 call that many men
I’ll keep dropping music not stopping again