"UK Duty Paid" lyrics

I want these niggas to die, to die, on God
I want them niggas to die, mm-mm
I want these niggas to (Ayo, Waterboy, this shit wet)

I want these niggas to die, quick, hop out the passenger side, quick (Mm-mm)
I'm with broski and that is the psyche, brand new, the glizzy, I like it
And my Rollie is full up with diamonds, I made the world for my lifers (Yeah)
And we're tellin' those niggas over there, "Stay strapped" 'cause they're nothing alike us
I'm in Amiri all white and this codeine is splashin' all over my tee
I told my nigga on set we spend money on guns, we don't settle this beef
Fell asleep in Off-White (White)
Got the money off white (White)
The diamonds are different, they're hittin'
I know that he's livin' a lie (Lie)
She do it every time, she do it every time, she do it every time (Ahlie)
Dinner dates, we need privacy, she at the suite, it's fine
This is Richard Mille for the time, baby, 165 (165)
In the back of the Rolls, I feel high, baby, we just switch the vibe (Ya dig?)

I pray for my niggas to win (Ya dig?)
I pray for my niggas to leave
I pay for my bitches, a thousand a night
And we fuck, and we stay in the Ritz
My diamonds are wetter than hailstone
I come up, cook crack out the hellhole
Paranoid, survivors guilt so real but it is what it is
Little rectangle pedal in the Porsche
Turn the demon in sport, 190 in this bitch
'Cause I'm paranoid
Niggas dyin' over price like it's killin' me to live
Young stunter, got a hammer in the Ritz
Nigga wish for bad will but I pray Allah forbids

[?] the skelly, I'm ready, just whatever the name is
I'm droppin' the white, I'm lovin' the price so how am I racist? (How?)
You was with me, just down in the trench, so how did we go different places? (How?)
You was with me, you sat on the fence and that shit was really the fakest
It's those eyes, baby, those thighs, baby, don't say it, don't stop
Criticise, baby, put an eight in my lung and the money don't stop
And there ain't no jobs in my city so the cocaine came in soft
I carry a brick in the Porsche (Yeah)
I carry a stick in the whore

I pray for my niggas to win (Ya dig?)
I pray for my niggas to leave (Ya dig?)
I pay for my bitches, a thousand a night
And we fuck, and we stay in the Ritz (Ya dig?)
My diamonds are wetter than hailstone
I come up, cook crack out the hellhole
Paranoid, survivors guilt so real but it is what it is
Little rectangle pedal in the Porsche
Turn the demon in sport, 190 in this bitch
'Cause I'm paranoid
Niggas dyin' over price like it's killin' me to live
Young stunter, got a hammer in the Ritz
Nigga wish for bad will but I pray Allah forbids