lirik lagu euro gotit – die bout it
[intro]
authentic or nothin’
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)
[chorus]
i ride with the gang, we gon’ die ’bout this sh-t
put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
we hit a mil’ and we still with the sh-ts
got me a deal and went back to the bricks
knock off a n-gg-, hop back in the whip
b-tch, you can’t play with my chips
gymnastic chopper, you flip
i ride with the gang, i’ma die ’bout this sh-t
[verse 1]
pop off, n-gg- 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
b-tch, i might bat you behind like a catcher
don’t run up to b-tches, 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
f-ck all my teachers, they stupid -ss lectures
kodak that when i pop out
hundred some racks as a dropout
[chorus]
i ride with the gang, we gon’ die ’bout this sh-t
put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
we hit a mil’ and we still with the sh-ts
got me a deal and went back to the bricks
knock off a n-gg-, hop back in the whip
b-tch, you can’t play with my chips
gymnastic chopper, you flip
i ride with the gang, i’ma die ’bout this sh-t
[verse 2]
i don’t need no ties with a blogger
i put my b-tch in the new balenciagas
i shot him a thirty, that was just for starters
4n went hard and this one goin’ harder (h-ll yeah)
i came back with a new watch
fifty racks in the shoebox
yosemite sam, two glocks
reincarnated 2pac
k!llin’ these n-gg-s, i’m handing out graves
so many whips like i’m handing out slaves
n-gg-s get ate like i’m handing out trays
ain’t no more minimum wage
n-gg-s 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 sh-t
put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
we hit a mil’ and we still with the sh-ts
got me a deal and went back to the bricks
knock off a n-gg-, hop back in the whip
b-tch, you can’t play with my chips
gymnastic chopper, you flip
i ride with the gang, i’ma die ’bout this sh-t
[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, n-gg-, top out
my b-tch fine like angeline
beat on n-gg-s, tambourine (shake ’em up)
these n-gg-s fruity like tangerines (g-y)
i count money ’til my hands green (d-mn)
louis v mixed with new supreme
did one-sixty in a new saleen
[chorus]
i ride with the gang, we gon’ die ’bout this sh-t
put him on payroll, he ride with the stick
we hit a mil’ and we still with the sh-ts
got me a deal and went back to the bricks
knock off a n-gg-, hop back in the whip
b-tch, you can’t play with my chips
gymnastic chopper, you flip
i ride with the gang, i’ma die ’bout this sh-t
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