Die to Get Rich D. Savage (Ft. Fenix Flexin)

[Intro: D Savage]
Know what the fuck goin' on
Whole lotta flexin'
Fenix, what we doin'?
Rest in peace Mac P Dawg
Y'all know how the fuck we get down, bitch
(I'm sorry, oh my god)

[Chorus: D Savage]
30 rounds in my clip
Walk 'em down wit that stick
I catch a opp and I'm letting it hit
She wanna fuck, um, just suck on my dick
Smoke out the pound, you smoke out the zip
I'm flexin' like Fenix, she just love the drip
I feel like Jack Phoenix I'm higher than a bitch
Feelin' like 50, I'll die to get rich

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin & D Savage]
I feel like 50, I ride with a fifty
I see a opp, I'ma kill 'em, don't tempt me
Catching me slippin'? Hell nah boy you trippin'
I'm finna shoot a nigga out his Christians
Box a nigga up, I'ma wrap him like Christmas
I fuck your bitch, had that hoe do the dishes
She eat it up, said that dick was delicious (Ayy)
I'm tryna walk a nigga down with the quickness
I feel like Thugger, I ran up some digits (Some digits)
He said we beefin', lil nigga let's get it (Ayy, ayy)
I see my target, bet I'ma hit it
I live my life like a GTA mission
Nigga where you at, what you wanna do? (Come here, bitch)
Do a drill up on the opps in a foreign coupe
He ain't make it to the crib, but he made the news (Ayy)
It get tricky in the field, nigga, win or lose