Die Bout It by King Gotit Lyrics
[Intro]
Authentic or nothin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
[Verse 1]
Pop off, nigga get knocked off
We gon' let shots off, finger get chopped off
I know the streets love me, I move like a boss
My posse went shopping, didn't care 'bout the cost
I give her my meat but I keep all the sauce
Don't know 'bout them keys we got hidden in the loft
Bitch, I might bat you behind like a catcher
Don't run up to bitches, don't got time to catch up
I heard he a snitch, might have to stretch him
Run with my dawgs, you cannot pet them
My Gucci real, you can tell by the texture
Fuck all my teachers, they stupid ass lectures
Kodak that when I pop out
Hundred some racks as a dropout
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
[Verse 2]
I don't need no ties with a blogger
I put my bitch in the new Balenciagas
I shot him a thirty, that was just for starters
4N went hard and this one goin' harder (Hell yeah)
I came back with a new watch
Fifty racks in the shoebox
Yosemite Sam, two Glocks
Reincarnated 2Pac
Killin' these niggas, I'm handing out graves
So many whips like I'm handing out slaves
Niggas get ate like I'm handing out trays
Ain't no more minimum wage
Niggas ain't gang gang gang, buy 'em a membership
I jumped off the bus and went straight to the dealership
You never see us, we eat in the back
Sticks'll get hungry and eat on your back
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
[Verse 3]
I'm due for a hundred, know it for a fact
Bought her a booty just to throw it back
Take her right out the hood and then I threw her back
Throw 'em some shop but never throw 'em slack
I put a hundred million up on wax
I got a hundred drippin' off of racks
I spent a hundred on her up at Saks
I count a hundred thousand in the back
Plead the fifth, don't cop out
Do the dash, nigga, top out
My bitch fine like Angeline
Beat on niggas, tambourine (Shake 'em up)
These niggas fruity like tangerines (Gay)
I count money 'til my hands green (Damn)
Louis V mixed with new Supreme
Did one-sixty in a new Saleen
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
Authentic or nothin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
[Verse 1]
Pop off, nigga get knocked off
We gon' let shots off, finger get chopped off
I know the streets love me, I move like a boss
My posse went shopping, didn't care 'bout the cost
I give her my meat but I keep all the sauce
Don't know 'bout them keys we got hidden in the loft
Bitch, I might bat you behind like a catcher
Don't run up to bitches, don't got time to catch up
I heard he a snitch, might have to stretch him
Run with my dawgs, you cannot pet them
My Gucci real, you can tell by the texture
Fuck all my teachers, they stupid ass lectures
Kodak that when I pop out
Hundred some racks as a dropout
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
[Verse 2]
I don't need no ties with a blogger
I put my bitch in the new Balenciagas
I shot him a thirty, that was just for starters
4N went hard and this one goin' harder (Hell yeah)
I came back with a new watch
Fifty racks in the shoebox
Yosemite Sam, two Glocks
Reincarnated 2Pac
Killin' these niggas, I'm handing out graves
So many whips like I'm handing out slaves
Niggas get ate like I'm handing out trays
Ain't no more minimum wage
Niggas ain't gang gang gang, buy 'em a membership
I jumped off the bus and went straight to the dealership
You never see us, we eat in the back
Sticks'll get hungry and eat on your back
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit
[Verse 3]
I'm due for a hundred, know it for a fact
Bought her a booty just to throw it back
Take her right out the hood and then I threw her back
Throw 'em some shop but never throw 'em slack
I put a hundred million up on wax
I got a hundred drippin' off of racks
I spent a hundred on her up at Saks
I count a hundred thousand in the back
Plead the fifth, don't cop out
Do the dash, nigga, top out
My bitch fine like Angeline
Beat on niggas, tambourine (Shake 'em up)
These niggas fruity like tangerines (Gay)
I count money 'til my hands green (Damn)
Louis V mixed with new Supreme
Did one-sixty in a new Saleen
[Chorus]
I ride with the gang, we gon' die 'bout this shit
Put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
We hit a mil' and we still with the shits
Got me a deal and went back to the bricks
Knock off a nigga, hop back in the whip
Bitch, you can't play with my chips
Gymnastic chopper, you flip
I ride with the gang, I'ma die 'bout this shit