[Intro: Robb Bank$]:
Die for a n***a
Die for a n***a
Would you really die for a n***a?
Die for a n***a
Would you really die for a n***a?
(Die for me) x21
Die for the boss. (Die for the boss)
Lie for the boss. (Lie for the boss)
Ride for the boss. (Ride for the boss)
Cry for the boss. (Cry for the boss)
Tell me what's ???, tell me what's loss
If you stickin' to the script you can find God
When I ask you the question, just answer precise
Would you take your own life for me?

[Chorus: Rob Bank$]
Would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then bleed out on the floor
Would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now
Shawty, would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then bleed out on the floor
Would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]:
Standing ovation, cl-cl-cl-clap that ass, "applausing"
Yeah, came you with yo' n***a but bustin' in her ???
She dribble and bounce it, I might turn into Spalding
Love & Basketball, yeah, fuck with Nia the long way
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the trap right now tryna parlay
I might fuck Drake sister, iCarly
You might stall out, bitch, don't start me!
And I'm in a Honda Civic with a enough money to buy a Lamborghi-ni
Feed me rappers and they trash beats!
I bet I clear em all up, like a vaccine
I'm spittin' on a black couch like a casting
She having flashbacks, I see her from your POV
Yeah, bitch need some discipline
Glock with her thirsty
DP a bitch, better pray I don't ???
Yeah, ever got fingered with a clip?
Yeah, that's rough sex
Gun powder on ya pussy lips, oh, you a tough bitch
I know what you thinking "He a nasty n***a, dirty n***a"
I ain't never did none of that shit, man, I was just fuckin' with ya
But you know I did shoot a n***a in the street with a dirty pistol
How you think I got teardrops on my face? I really hurt a n***a
She say I'm way way too aggressive, now she skrrt a n***a
Yeah, I put that pistol to her face, but I was just flirting with her!
[Chorus: Rob Bank$]
Would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then bleed out on the floor
Would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now
Shawty, would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then bleed out on the floor
Would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now

[Verse 2: Tokyo Vanity]:
Real bitches get down on the floor in a drop top
Make that pussy pop like a old bitch at a sockhop
Designer bags on the floor, the .40 got the Glock hot
I'm a flashy bitch, rocking Gucci, never TopShop
Bitches steady hating, I can never make the opp hot
Catch me with Lil Nene and my 4 up at the top spot
All my bitches they gone ride, but look like she finna slide
Gang up in this bitch screaming "Fuck the other side!"
Bitches wanna be down with me, but ya mama raised a hoe
Buckin' all on Twitter, bitch, you do that shit for show
I ain't got no clowns with me, bitch all my n***as slimes
Snuck them straps up on the club, bitch, they do it all the time
Yeah, n***a, I'll die for you, but you can't have no hoes
If I find out 'bout that bitch, then we going blow for blow
I'll ride for you, put that gun up in my name
If they whip this bitch over, then you better take the blame, bitch!
[Chorus: Rob Bank$]
...die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then bleed out on the floor
Would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now
Shawty, would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then bleed out on the floor
Would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now

[Outro: Tokyo Vanity]:
And I'm ain't playing
Bitch who don't take that charge, they putting you on a t-shirt