Die In It

I came in with my level up

Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up

Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove

Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff

Same city, I'm an LA citizen

With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon

All I'm rollin', they follow Mozes

You got the wave, I split the ocean

Smell the roses, pop the rosé with my potion

Baby chill, take a pill here's a dosage

She just want a picture for the poster

And I'm posing like I'm praying at the photo doesn't focus

Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass

Say you shine, I don't see it

Keep tryin', no design like me though

Know that I'm the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero

I just need a

Pool full of money, I'ma dive in it

I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it

Get her wet, then I dive in it

Pussy so good, I would die in it

All black widow maker

And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago

Wake up in the mornin' and I lie in it

Turn around and I hit it like a lineman

Do the Heisman, all up in your high man

Sippin' on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in

I'm gettin' high, but it's lowerin' my eye lids

Still see you niggas, I don't know just what the hype is

Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller

What you gon' do, what you doin'

Me and my dogs through the door like some doormats

Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus

I need my way, young Carlito

This feelin' Al Pacino in Moschino

And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino

Look how we pass the reefer

I just need a

Pool full of money, I'ma dive in it

I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it

Get her wet, then I dive in it

Pussy so good, I would die in it

Okay, yeah, it's Kid Ink

Aw yeah, aw yeah

Aw yeah, aw yeah

Aw yeah, aw yeah

I see them lookin' through my side eye

They just sittin' on the sideline

I stand up and throw my sign at them

Alumni I'ma die with them