4evr
Die Litt
[Intro]
4evr young
Yeah (EVILGIANE)
Yeah, die lit (SurfGang, bitch)
Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, n***a, like it's Shaolin
Same n***a that you n***as was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap

[Verse 1]
She feelin' my vibe, she said I'm a cool cat
"Pasto, you mean, why you gotta do that?"
I got the drac' in the bag, this shit in a bookbag
She actin' dirty, I can't even look at
An L, n***a, I never took that
An L, n***a, you know that you took that
Yeah, boy, watch your face, n***a
Don't worry 'bout my case, n***a
Runnin' from the cops, from the Jakes, yeah
Takin' the food off his plate, yeah
Bitch, I'm in first, n***a, first place, yeah
You in last, last race, yeah
I'm on the charge, takin' n***as place, yeah
We straighten that boy, straight like a brace, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, n***a, like it's Shaolin
Same n***a that you n***as was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I had to relocate
40 gon' cool him like steak
I wanted a better life, had to pray
You need to get a life, get away
Never let a fuck-n***a have a ruined day
Yeah, I'm playin' you n***as like 2K
Control a n***a, My Player
Ballin' hard, Dion Waiters
Sneak dissin', boy, that boy, he's a hater
Got the game on lock like feelin' the wave, uh
Chopper gon' rip that lil' n***a like paper
(Man, I got too much talkin' to go to the Lakers)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, n***a, like it's Shaolin
Same n***a that you n***as was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap
Yeah, I told that bitch I'ma die lit
Woke up in the spot like a stylist
Soon as I gave her my number, she dial in
I told her to chill, like shawty, you wildin'
BAPE from Japan, n***a, like it's Shaolin
Same n***a that you n***as was clownin'
Yeah, I gotta walk with a big bag
Me and Jeff finna cut that two strap
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah