Mehxer - DIE Lyrics

Yeah, he talk down, nigga gon' die
Don't give a f*ck, we send 'em to the sky
Yeah, bitch he in the war, yeah, he gon' lose an eye
Yeah, no recoil, aim for the head
Shoot 32 shots, man, the bitch don't spread
How you gon' boost yo man, he dead
Come through like some painters, we leavin' 'em red
Don't play with the gang, this shit ain't a joke
Gotta Apex shotty, lil' bitch got choke
That luh boy ain't a gangsta, that nigga don't tote
Leave that bitch in his blood, that nigga gon' soak
Ion' give a f*ck 'bout niggas
Ion' give a f*ck 'bout bitches
I'm tryna' run up them digits
Stack up the bread with my gang, know we get it, huh, yeah

Yeah, bitch, now I pull out katana, call me grim reaper the way that I'm slicin'
Yeah, knock a nigga out, lil' bitch, Mike Tyson
These niggas, they stealin' the flow, or they bitin'
I'm drown in that pussy, I call her poseidon
Pull out a AR and we leavin' 'em red
Ion' want no pussy, give a f*ck 'bout head
Tryna cool with my gang and then stack up the bread
I'm pushin' the whip and it move like a sled
Yeah, gettin' money till' the sun up
If that nigga dissin', call up tai, he get you done up
Yeah, talk down on the net but that pussy nigga won't run up
Yeah that glock go "phew phew phew"
Bullets hot, just like a sauna

Turn up, bitch, I know he won't
I know he won't, no
Turn up, bitch, I know he won't
I know he won't, no

I can't talk to you bitch, if it ain't about money
Niggas boostin' yo head, bitch, you act like a dummy
Pull it out, and he won't laugh, shit not funny
That lil' nigga a bum, he got government funding
Rap 'em up in the basement, we livin' 'em mummified
I got that shit on me like a lightning rod
He not wantin' no smoke, but it's gon' be a homicide
Imma real ass nigga, lil' bitch, from the southside
Sippin' lean with the gas, luh bitch I'm crossfaded
That bitch come back, she not my lady
Yeah, the opps threw a pick, I call 'em Tom Brady
I'm ballin luh' bitch, feel like Tracy McGrady, yeah
Run up, you get blazed
Yeah, bitch, I'm smokin' that gas, that haze
He charge for the feat, but he don't get the plays, yeah
Yeah, we pull up with a hunnid' drum
Bitch we count cash, got honey buns
Send that luh boy up to the sun
That draco knock, it leave you stunned
Yeah, I can't f*ck with a lame hoe
Yeah, it's cool lil' bitch, yeah, we can f*ck though
After that, bae I'm sorry, but you gotta' go
If she ask why, then the glocky gon' blow
Yeah, get in that mode
Stay 10 toes, bitch, we never fold
Tatted on me, that number 4
She said she know me but I don't know her though
I gave her my heart, then I run up that sco', yeah
Yeah, oh yeah

Turn up, bitch, I know he won't
I know he won't, no
Turn up, bitch, I know he won't
I know he won't, no

Yeah, he talk down, nigga gon' die
Don't give a f*ck, we send 'em to the sky
Yeah, bitch he in the war, yeah, he gon' lose an eye
Yeah, no recoil, aim for the head
Shoot 32 shots, man, the bitch don't spread
How you gon' boost yo man, he dead
Come through like some painters, we leavin' 'em red
Don't play with the gang, this shit ain't a joke
Gotta Apex shotty, lil' bitch got choke
That luh boy ain't a gangsta, that nigga don't tote
Leave that bitch in his blood, that nigga gon' soak
Ion' give a f*ck 'bout niggas
Ion' give a f*ck 'bout bitches
I'm tryna' run up them digits
Stack up the bread with my gang, know we get it, huh, yeah