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lil yachty - die by myself lyrics

[verse 1: lil yachty]
f-ck a fake n-gga, i can die by myself
i only drive in sport, ’cause the faster the better
basketball seats, i got nba leather
shoot a n-gga quick, if he f-ck with my cheddar
n-ggas yelling whip, but they not in the kitchen
n-ggas swear they crippin’ ’til they see the blood drippin’
nah, i don’t bang, but i hang with the shooters
they look over me like dj esco do future
i say stick to myself, ’cause these n-ggas p-ssy
p-ssys only p-ssy, don’t you disrespect me for no p-ssy
i can see it in your eyes, you broke as h-ll
sitting, waiting for the day the homie bet you with the bail
we don’t front, you won’t get fronted if you ain’t known
said your face, car, good but you don’t leave your home
got this carly red b-tch sittin’ in my home
i’ma blow her back out and send her -ss home
ice, neck, wrist, watch crazy though
ugly black n-gga straight sn-tchin’ hoes
costa rica hoes
put the beam on him now he lookin’ hindu
i don’t f-ck with ’em, unless they payin’ first
n-gga run up on ’em with that, .40
lil yachty, b-tch, i’m, uh, boring

[verse 2: k$upreme]
red dot on his head, now he lookin’ hindu
these n-ggas fufu
scottie pippin 33 shot, aimed right at you
n-gga come through with the purple drink (leanin’)
i be off the goop, i be out the booth
and my backwood, 3.5 with the boof
skinny n-gga smoke a lotta weed, like i’m snoop
and i’m chasin’ dreams, r.i.p. lil snupe (d-mn)
pull up in that all blue, pour a four in the muhf-ckin’ mountain dew
i be high, like the mountains too
i told that b-tch to lay it off my roof
hop in my coupe, let off that roof
and i only want the top, nicknamed your roof

[verse 3: lil yachty]
i’m in l.a. whippin’ reese, sippin’ juicy juice
hanging by a noose, on my master sh-t
kick him in a pit, on my trojan sh-t
you n-ggas make me laugh, on some seth rogan sh-t
double [?] b-tch, yeah, i’ma fold the b-tch

[verse 4: k$upreme]
in my hand a .30 jock
in my hand a .30 glock, nicknamed it .40 glock
meet me f-cking kitchen, do you smell what i’m cooking, like the rock

- lil yachty lyrics

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