Die Of Old Age Songtext

I wanna get rich and then die of old age
You know that I'm bombin', Acne on my garment
I pull up, start mosh pits and riots and raves
I pull up with choppers and Tommies and K's
These niggas done let the beast out of the cage
I walk like a boss, yeah, I talk it, I live it

They tried to count me out, but somebody miscounted
They cannot count, go grab the monеy counter
If I lose count, then I'm gonna rеcount it
If you diss me, on your head is a bounty (Yeah)
Wipe that boy clean, no napkin, no Downy
Winning like Sheen, why you boys want to doubt me?
Sometimes I wonder where you'd be without me
I'm in my lane, why they tryna re-route me? (Yeah)
Just got a call from my bro in the county
FaceTimin' me with some lean in the Fanta
Know some niggas and they're slimin', they're scammin'
They made it heavy, yeah, I'm gon' make it heaven
This a hit stick, ain't talkin' no Madden My fingers, they itch, that money, I found it (Yeah)
I am that nigga, it's no way around it
When you say my name, don't say bro family

I am so dripped, when you see me, you lookin' both ways (Yeah)
A bad yellow bitch and she goin' both ways (Yeah)
I wanna get rich and then die of old age (What? Yeah)
You know that I'm bombin', Acne on my garment
I pull up, start mosh pits and riots and raves
I pull up with choppers and Tommies and K's
These niggas done let the beast out of the cage
I walk like a boss, yeah, I talk it, I live it

I am so dripped, when you see me, you lookin' both ways (Yeah)
A bad yellow bitch and she goin' both ways (Yeah)
I wanna get rich and then die of old age (What? Yeah)
You know that I'm bombin', Acne on my garment
I pull up, start mosh pits and riots and raves
I pull up with choppers and Tommies and K's
These niggas done let the beast out of the cage
I walk like a boss, yeah, I talk it, I live it