DIE OUT YOUR LIFE Lyrics

Why the fuck, why the fuck is he calling when I'm with you right now

This the type of shit that make me motherfuckin' mad

This the type of shit make me wanna pack my fuckin' bags

And hit that dash

I got a lot of bitches in my DM, won't lie, won't lie

Maybe I should lay up with them

Maybe I should make them bend, make them beg for it

I hope that nigga die

I hope that nigga die out your life

Oh, I hope that nigga die out your life

I hope y'all disagree on deep shit with each other

That alludes to y'all timely demise

Barely smoke, but I think I need to blow it

I touch you better, baby girl, you need to notice

Forgiveness, I've been waiting for me to grow it

But I don't know about this, I don't know about this

Cut too deep

Personally, I think you tryna fuck with me

Fuck with me

Bad bitch on my right

And you know it's only right that she bumpin' me

Who gave you permission

Who told you that you gon' go and fuck on

Can't even say it, give me sour taste

I'm getting mad again, don't make me hyperventilate

Back when I was fuckin' with Kelly, I lost my mind

I was prayin', I don't go through this again

But I guess you fuckin' on me

You got dick now

Girl, you're not holy no more

You don't gotta put your hand on that Bible

You could go and run the streets and be spiteful

You could make the sweetest nigga turn cold

You could make the strongest nigga suicidal

Fuckin' with me, girl, you gotta be bold

Don't make me see that nigga hand on rifle

You got dick now

Girl, you're not holy no more

You don't gotta put your hand on that Bible

You could go and run the streets and be spiteful

You could make the sweetest nigga turn cold

You could make the strongest nigga suicidal

Fuckin' with me, girl, you gotta be bold

Don't make me see that nigga hand on rifle

Hand on rifle

Yeah, yeah

Oh, my niggas gon' slide for me

Its do or die with me

Don't fuckin' try with us

You got dick now

Oh, you feelin' like that girl, baby

Oh, you feelin' like that girl, baby

You feel like this your world, baby

You got dick now

You can't put your hand on that Bible no more

You can't put your hand

You can't put your hand on that Bible no more

It's spiteful

You could go and run the streets and be spiteful

Make the strongest nigga suicidal

Fuckin' with me, girl, you must be bold

Hand on rifle if I see that nigga

So don't let me see that nigga damn

I guess the table's always turned

Table's always

Table's always turned

Table's always turned

Karma's a bitch and I swear

That hoe don't get out of my hair

My heart is in pieces, I swear

My nigga is tryin' to bear

Oh, I know I fucked on Tina Sabrina

And Keisha, all the Aaliyahs

You probably like in my heart I ain't see us

But I saw us

Guess the table's always turned

Karma's a bitch, girl, I swear

That hoe don't get out of my hair

My heart is in pieces, I'm tryin' to bear

But I fear

I fear I won't get you again

Fear I won't get you again

I fear that you're gone

My heart is in pieces

Pieces

That hoe don't get out of my hair