Exciting (Die Bout It)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh) (Neighborhood Superstar) Shout out Lil' Duwap Ayy [Chorus] I'm gettin' money, that's why these niggas don't like me I'm in Vegas livin' life so exciting Kick her out, make a bitch get to hikin' Hollow tips 'cause these haters ain't fightin' Diamonds, they shinin', ayy Look at these bitches, they lyin' When it come to smoke, there's no complyin' Smokin' on pressure, applied it They know that I'm great, ain't no denyin' it Night vision scope, no, you can't hide from it Play with your nose? No, I'm not tryin' it We got the poles, and you can die from it I know you a ho, you really ain't 'bout that shit Fuck up the store, I cop' a lot of shit Ayy, chopper came with karate kick Came with a hundred round drum, shoot a lot of shit, ayy [Verse] These niggas really be sweet Let's keep it street, we uppin' shit to delete, ayy My niggas gon' play for keeps and they gon' beef until it's mission complete, ayy I got this ice on my neck (What?), I cannot be discreet (Discreet) I got this IceWater fleet (IceWater fleet), know that they gon' ride like a G (Ayy) Come get your ho, I ain't textin' her back Sippin' Wock' 'cause we can't get the Act' Get the bag and you know that it's facts Bag it up and I'm still shippin' packs (Bag it up) Smokin' gas, no, I can't smoke a Black Bad bitch, she wanna know where I'm at Three gram 'Wood, rollin' up thraxx AK-47 chop like an axe Know we gon' die 'bout it I got your ho on a flight, she got mileage Yeah, I'm high, but I'm not a pilot Ice on my wrist and I'm changin' the climate (Ice) I'm havin' drip and, no, you can't find it Check out my bitch, you know she the finest The baddest bitch and she not defiant Eat up the dick, she give it the Heimlich (Ayy) [Chorus] I'm gettin' money, that's why these niggas don't like me I'm in Vegas, live my life so exciting (Ayy) Kick her out, make a bitch get to hikin' Hollow tips 'cause my haters ain't fightin' Diamonds, they shinin', aye Look at these bitches, they lyin' When it come to smoke, there's no complyin' (Smoke) Smokin' on pressure, applied it They know that I'm great, there ain't no denyin' it No, you can't hide from it Play with your nose? No, I'm not tryin' it We got the poles, and you can die from it I know you a ho, you really ain't 'bout that shit Fuck up the store, I cop' a lot of shit (Gang) I got a chopper, it came with karate kick (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Came with a hundred round drum, shoot a lot of shit I'll have my niggas outside of your mama shit