Текст песни Die About It - Qyphé Ysmymy

This bitch raw
Came for your ass who next
No mercy you not shit
My shit cost
If you don't like me get checked
Not my fault I'm perfect
This bitch boss
Call me out my name wrong step
If you play with me you'll get swept
Your shit soft
Enough with the disrespect
And you gon' have to die about it

Why you all up in my grill?
Just because it's been a year since I bagged my first mil'
And I'm talking big deals, type of shit you tryna steal playa
I'm giving my man some shit that he can feel playa

I'm in the street flashing guns like I'm in a gang
Got my foot up in your ass like a g-string
If you tryna talk you best be paying for my time
If it's not about the profit then I'm not dropping a line
(You feel me?)

I've been on top, been the boss, can't say shit
Bitches better miss me with that fake shit
Forgive me if I'm tired 'cause I'm so sick of hoes and the liars
These bitches got me so uninspired

Said I'm working on myself, ain't checkin' for who else
Yeah I see the money talk and I'm finding out what sells
Keep the trusted close to heart, killin' shit, what we 'bout to do?
Knock these bitches off, and that's simply for the principle

This bitch raw
Came for your ass who next
No mercy you not shit
My shit cost
If you don't like me get checked
Not my fault I'm perfect
This bitch boss
Call me out my name wrong step
If you play with me you'll get swept
Your shit soft
Enough with the disrespect
And you gon' have to die about it

See me, wanna keep me
He gon' call me, now he needs me
He gon' rub me like a genie
Genuinely 'bout to free me

Generally I be beaming
My Beamer is probably gleaming
My gift cards still need redeeming
Female leader call me Lee Meng

Sip martini or bellini
I'm barely in my bikini
The hot tub is turnin' steamy
All this love and I'm still needy

My man made this rap better
Smoothed my flow like a squeegee
I made this dick disappear
Like my name was hoe-dini (yep)

Yeah I'm at my prime time
I got a man and he likewise
I'm calling shots while I'm on the yacht
And I'm taking names while I blow-dry

I play the game but I'm wide awake
Like mama when it's daytime
Kick 'em straight onto the curb
And hear me chanting Southside

I never get too comfortable
'Cause I ain't got to prove nothin'
Pullin' out my body bag
To show 'em I can do somethin'

Back to back like ass shots
I'm shootin' shit like it's crack rocks
Yeah homie I got the glock
And I'm yellin' out like it's caps lock

Bitches ain't nothin' so they Google my ass
Only time they online is when they Google my ass
But if they treat me good, then I give 'em a pass
My man fly here economy, but his seat is first class

Keep a gat on the waist in case bitches get crazy
The queen reigns supreme the rest of y'all just crazy
I can be a bitch, but I'm also a lady
All love for the streets and the people that made me

This bitch raw
Came for your ass who next
No mercy you not shit
My shit cost
If you don't like me get checked
Not my fault I'm perfect
This bitch boss
Call me out my name wrong step
If you play with me you'll get swept
Your shit soft
Enough with the disrespect
And you gon' have to die about it