Die Rich

Mr. Serv On

[Featuring Mac Prime Suspects Lil Gotti Gambino]




[Mr. Serv On]



Time to release this terror on you



Best believe in these letters across my stomach



I'm gonna blast on you piss on you



fuck what these coward bitches told me



Live a quiet life take a wife



fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night



Gimme a bitch 36 ounces to a crooked scale



A thousand pounds to a bail nigga thats mail



If I fail to die with money in my pocket



Nigga blast from my side if I ride



I'm high-siding on you motherfuckers



lot of you bitches made to suffer



For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please



To these young niggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers



Ready to pistol whip and to die rich shit a jail trip



I'll frusterate your bitch



A nigga wanna be laying in them guts, nigga you know whats up



I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay



Every day, flipping them browns



sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping



Like pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been bout it



Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects



ready to die rich or die a bitch



You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch



nigga, you feel me




[Prime Suspects]



What's that music man?



Man what's the real Milly bro?



I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich.



Man that nigga Gotti



Lil Gotti



Fuck it, so lets go get it cause you know I aint no bitch




[Mac] Chorus



You either die rich or die a bitch



hit that flow when my trigger finger itch



[Prime Suspects]



I want all that shit x4




[Prime Suspects]



Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning



My nine humming, 12 ga