Lil Eli - Down to Die Lyrics

It ain't shit to put you on no shirt
My shooter pull up and he get to murkin
Yeah, that bitch just popped a perc
I told that bitch to get to twerkin
And she throw it back for a real one
This a real gun
I keep real ones
On my side
We down to slide
Bitch those my guys
You down to die?
Well, you bout to die
I heard you ain't the man of your city
Told your bitch to get with me
A hundred racks in the briefcase
F*ck it, I'm standin' on business
Bitch, I ain't never been your man
So how the f*ck am I switchin'
I ain't tryna do shitbut f*ck that bitch
And put diamonds all in the pendant
Bitch, I'm independent, I'm my own boss
Water on the wrist like Voss
And I flex Rick Ross
Lookin' at your car, that ain't no Bentayga
I know if that boy get locked up, he gon' sing Fantasia
I'm bout my damn paper
Bitch I'ma see you later
F*ck you right to a hater
Pour a four right in that Faygo
If you ain't with me, you against me
That's just how it go
In the mosh pit at the show
She rippin' off my clothes
And all my diamonds leakin' cause they really froze, bitch
F*ckin' that bitch at my show
Lookin' at me, I stand ten toes
Bitch, I'm the one that's really chosen
Everyone around me too real
Everyone around me poppin'
Bitch, I'll take you shoppin
Ask a bitch what we coppin', we cop it all
It ain't shit to put you on no shirt
My shooter pull up and he get to murkin
Yeah, that bitch just popped a perc
I told that bitch to get to twerkin
And she throw it back for a real one
This a real gun
I keep real ones
On my side
We down to slide
Bitch those my guys
You down to die?
Well, you bout to die