"DIE LIT" lyrics
(What the fuck?)
I think I need help, yeah, I can't find myself, yeah
Shoutout to my ex, though, that ho turned me up, yeah
They said that I'm famous, I'm still on the same shit
I ain't even make no new friends in this shit, these the niggas I came with (Ayy)
Uh, of course, I ain't come with the ones that switched
All these rap niggas fake as a bitch
All these bad bitches sick, sick, sick
Lie to me once and the bitch gotta split
Liu Kang chopper, the stick got kick
Yeah, I'm rich, but I still tote blick
Put a bag on your head, nigga, pop that zit
Bought a bust-down Carti' 'cause I might die lit
I switched the lane up, uh
I put the pain up, uh
I fucked the game up, uh
They ain't never seen a nigga rock like this
I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' cash, she ain't never seen shit pop like this
Richer than all of them niggas you had, yeah, she ain't never seen no guap like this
These niggas never thought it was gon' be me, fuck it, I'm switchin' the plot right quick
This bitch just told me she never gon' see me, damn, I ain't never had top like this
Hop in the black truck, I'm fly as a motherfucker, they ain't never seen no watch like this
Fresh to death, make a bitch drop right quick
Love me? Then, bitch, die right quick
Hold up, I gotta hustle, I'm adjustin' to fame, but shit, I'm still with the gang
These niggas say what the fuck they want 'bout me, but these niggas can't say that I changed
These bitches hurt me deep and it fucked me up, but if it ain't no pain, no gain
Everybody outside, sunny days, but I'm on my own when it's time to rain (Yes, sir)
Yeah (Yes, sir)
Just waitin' my turn, we gon' pour it, I'ma make sure of that (Yes, sir)
(Yes, sir)
Just waitin' my turn, we gon' pour it, I'ma make sure of that
I think I need help, yeah, I can't find myself, yeah
Shoutout to my ex, though, that ho turned me up, yeah
They said that I'm famous, I'm still on the same shit
I ain't even make no new friends in this shit, these the niggas I came with (Ayy)
Uh, of course, I ain't come with the ones that switched
All these rap niggas fake as a bitch
All these bad bitches sick, sick, sick
Lie to me once and the bitch gotta split
Liu Kang chopper, the stick got kick
Yeah, I'm rich, but I still tote blick
Put a bag on your head, nigga, pop that zit
Bought a bust-down Carti' 'cause I might die lit (Yes, sir)
I think I need help, yeah, I can't find myself, yeah
Shoutout to my ex, though, that ho turned me up, yeah
They said that I'm famous, I'm still on the same shit
I ain't even make no new friends in this shit, these the niggas I came with (Ayy)
Uh, of course, I ain't come with the ones that switched
All these rap niggas fake as a bitch
All these bad bitches sick, sick, sick
Lie to me once and the bitch gotta split
Liu Kang chopper, the stick got kick
Yeah, I'm rich, but I still tote blick
Put a bag on your head, nigga, pop that zit
Bought a bust-down Carti' 'cause I might die lit
I switched the lane up, uh
I put the pain up, uh
I fucked the game up, uh
They ain't never seen a nigga rock like this
I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' cash, she ain't never seen shit pop like this
Richer than all of them niggas you had, yeah, she ain't never seen no guap like this
These niggas never thought it was gon' be me, fuck it, I'm switchin' the plot right quick
This bitch just told me she never gon' see me, damn, I ain't never had top like this
Hop in the black truck, I'm fly as a motherfucker, they ain't never seen no watch like this
Fresh to death, make a bitch drop right quick
Love me? Then, bitch, die right quick
Hold up, I gotta hustle, I'm adjustin' to fame, but shit, I'm still with the gang
These niggas say what the fuck they want 'bout me, but these niggas can't say that I changed
These bitches hurt me deep and it fucked me up, but if it ain't no pain, no gain
Everybody outside, sunny days, but I'm on my own when it's time to rain (Yes, sir)
Yeah (Yes, sir)
Just waitin' my turn, we gon' pour it, I'ma make sure of that (Yes, sir)
(Yes, sir)
Just waitin' my turn, we gon' pour it, I'ma make sure of that
I think I need help, yeah, I can't find myself, yeah
Shoutout to my ex, though, that ho turned me up, yeah
They said that I'm famous, I'm still on the same shit
I ain't even make no new friends in this shit, these the niggas I came with (Ayy)
Uh, of course, I ain't come with the ones that switched
All these rap niggas fake as a bitch
All these bad bitches sick, sick, sick
Lie to me once and the bitch gotta split
Liu Kang chopper, the stick got kick
Yeah, I'm rich, but I still tote blick
Put a bag on your head, nigga, pop that zit
Bought a bust-down Carti' 'cause I might die lit (Yes, sir)
