Artist: ScHoolboy Q Album: CrasH Talk Song: Die Wit Em Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro] Uhh, woop Uhh, yo [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine nigga Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide slide slide) You keep talkin' bitch then you can die with 'em, ayy [ScHoolboy Q] White chalk on the ground, the squad did it, ayy One came with two clips, it came with it, ayy Old school got that lean, the top missin', ayy '6-4 side to side, it bounce, ribbit, ayy Rappin' shit we live, we been did it, ayy Mix and match my bitch, she real different, ayy Beat my bitches' asses dumb stupid, ayy 911 twin turbo sound foolish, ayy Couple pieces, gotta have it, uh, caught a wave, is it magic? Uh Crush your head, is it magic? Uh, droppin' bodies in the casket, uh I'm a legend in the set, yeah, your big homie gettin' checked, uh The realest nigga 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 Switchin' styles, pick a product, uh, snatch your bitch up out her Pradas, uh Hit a lick up in the Pradas, uh, 'nother win for the robbers [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q] No aim with this kick, I'm wild with it, ayy Hop out in them trucks, get down nigga (ayy) ayy Candles lit, he fed the whole corner, ayy Bitch don't call my phone, the Feds on us, ayy One right through your scalp, the wig peeler, ayy New fur on my bitch, it's chinchilla, ayy This here on my wrist, I been had it, ayy This here on my hip the real static, uh, ayy Nigga my bitch is amazin', slappin' the clip, perfect, uh Drivin' the whip, swervin', uh, ballin' mane, Bal-a-main, ayy See that R.I.C.O., get to hidin', hold on, MAC-90, get to slidin', uh Step aside, I get to droppin', uh, in my hoodie like I'm posted, uh Extra O for the Hova, uh, Chuck Taylors, I'm a soldier, uh Young nigga get to leakin' (yeah) nigga beat, didn't get to breathe in Niggas die every summer, uh, niggas ride every summer, uh (yeah) Bring the heat for the cut-up, uh (yeah) play with sticks, I'm a drummer [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q] .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine nigga Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide) You keep talkin' bitch then you can die with 'em, die with 'em