Schoolboy Q - Die Wit Em lyrics

[Intro] Oh, woo Oh, yeah [Chorus] Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God, n***a Hit that b**h from yesterday, she mine, n***a Got that .223 on me, it dive in ’em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide) You keep talking, b**h, then you can die with 'em, ayy [Verse 1] White chalk on the ground, the squad did it, ayy One came with two clips, it came with it, ayy Old school got that leanin', top missing, ayy ’64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit, ayy Rapping sh** we live, we been did it, ayy Mix and match my b**h, she real different, ayy Beat my b**hes' a**es dumb stupid, ayy 911 twin turbine sound foolish, ayy Couple pieces, gotta have it, uh Caught a wave, is it magic? Uh Crush your head, is it magic? Uh Dropping bodies in the casket, uh I'm a legend in the set, yeah Your big homie getting checked, uh The realest n***a out the West, uh Makaveli in the flesh, uh Orange beanie, think about it, uh Got a pistol out the closet, uh 'Nother mil' to deposit, uh Heard your record, I'm your father, uh Switching styles, pick a product, uh Snatch your b**h up out her Pradas, uh Hit a lick up in the Pradas, uh 'Nother win for the robbers [Chorus] Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God, n***a Hit that b**h from yesterday, she mine, n***a Got that .223 on me, it dive in ’em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide) You keep talking, b**h, then you can die with ’em, ayy [Verse 2] No aim with this kick, I'm wild with it, ayy Hop out in them trucks, get down, n***a, ayy Candles lit, he fed the whole corner, ayy b**h, don’t call my phone, the feds on us, ayy One right through your scalp, the wig k**er, ayy New fur on my b**h, it's chinchilla, ayy This here on my wrist, I been had it, ayy This here on my hip the real static, uh, ayy n***a, my b**h is amazing Slapping the clip, perfect, uh Driving the whip, swerving, uh Balling, mane, Balmain, ayy See that R.I.C.O., get to hiding, hold on MAC-90, get to sliding, uh Step aside, I get to dropping, uh In my hoodie like I'm posted, uh Extra O for the Hova, uh Trap tales, I'm a soldier Young n***a get to leaking, uh (Yeah) n***a beat, didn’t get to breathe in n***as die every summer, uh n***as ride every summer, uh Bring the heat for the cut-up, uh Play with sticks, I'm a drummer [Chorus] Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God, n***a Hit that b**h from yesterday, she mine, n***a Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide) You keep talking, b**h, then you can die with 'em, ayy .40 on my lap, I'm God, n***a Hit that b**h from yesterday, she mine, n***a Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide) You keep talking, b**h, then you can die with 'em, die with 'em