"Die For Me" lyrics
(feat. SoFaygo)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Woah
I can't pick the phone up, bitch, I'm swervin'
I been going hard, but still ain't scratched the surface (Damn)
I had to take off like I was on the run, yeah
I been sittin' here, smoking dope, this shit don't hurt my lungs, yeah (Yeah)
I'll buy you Balenci', baby, if you worth it
Woah (Woah)
'Cause I ran this shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Like to count it faster (Yeah, yeah)
Like to cause disaster (Woah, yeah, yeah)
And then I go back Casper (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I been dodgin' demons (Skrrt)
Tesla, shout out Elon, inside look like Reese's (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch)
Left her heart in pieces (Bitch)
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
I'm home alone, but I keep havin' sold out shows
I like my bankroll different colors like my hoes
They thought I'd be a bum, I'm dripped in Who Decide War
This Tempur-Pedic start to feel just like the graveyard
I always wondered, would you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Smokin' out McDonald's drive-thru in the foreign whip
Only thing up in these denims, couple racks in tip
Bro ain't never had abortions, but he come to kid
It's hard on me that we don't speak very often
But long as these voices in my head keep talkin'
Seem like everywhere I go, it feels haunted, huh
Promise, this is not the life I wanted
Nigga locked down, fightin' cases, problem that a producer can't beat
Like troddin' on the concrete, you ain't really meant to be in these streets
Should've never thought this shit was sweet
Now I'm tryna catch her comin' out the hotel
Flew a bougie bitch back to Mobile
I ain't take the bitch to the club once
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Uh, uh
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Woah
I can't pick the phone up, bitch, I'm swervin'
I been going hard, but still ain't scratched the surface (Damn)
I had to take off like I was on the run, yeah
I been sittin' here, smoking dope, this shit don't hurt my lungs, yeah (Yeah)
I'll buy you Balenci', baby, if you worth it
Woah (Woah)
'Cause I ran this shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Like to count it faster (Yeah, yeah)
Like to cause disaster (Woah, yeah, yeah)
And then I go back Casper (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I been dodgin' demons (Skrrt)
Tesla, shout out Elon, inside look like Reese's (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch)
Left her heart in pieces (Bitch)
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
I'm home alone, but I keep havin' sold out shows
I like my bankroll different colors like my hoes
They thought I'd be a bum, I'm dripped in Who Decide War
This Tempur-Pedic start to feel just like the graveyard
I always wondered, would you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Smokin' out McDonald's drive-thru in the foreign whip
Only thing up in these denims, couple racks in tip
Bro ain't never had abortions, but he come to kid
It's hard on me that we don't speak very often
But long as these voices in my head keep talkin'
Seem like everywhere I go, it feels haunted, huh
Promise, this is not the life I wanted
Nigga locked down, fightin' cases, problem that a producer can't beat
Like troddin' on the concrete, you ain't really meant to be in these streets
Should've never thought this shit was sweet
Now I'm tryna catch her comin' out the hotel
Flew a bougie bitch back to Mobile
I ain't take the bitch to the club once
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Uh, uh
