Do or Die Lyrics – FattMack, TopOppGen

Read the full Do or Die lyrics by FattMack and TopOppGen along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fattmack’s music, you can also explore Red Roses & Pearls and McKenzie, two other songs by Fattmack.

[Intro: FattMack]
(C Blizzy, fu*k these n!ggas up)
Yeah, Fatt (Four3va)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: FattMack]
Uh, bumped into my model b!tch up in a party in Calabasas
Uh, she ate up my d!ck up in a party in Calabasas
Uh, you know I brought my stick up in a party in Calabasas
You can’t come in here recording, they taking phones soon as you enter
Baby, you and I, let’s talk ’bout our problems over dinner, yeah
Suicide, when I went to L.A. I met the devil
Getting lost in your eyes, two reasons why I don’t see no one else
When it’s do or die, either gon’ bump your guns or you gon’ step up, pu*sy n!gga

[Verse 1: FattMack]
Text you good at night, even though my life a mess
Glocks with d!cks, extra filled up clips even though we ride with sticks
Who the fu*k is this keep blowing up my phone, must be one of these lil’ b!tches
I’m not interested, I can’t go, I’m riding ’round with a switch
High off ecstasy, make sure I’m on point, I won’t miss s*it, yeah
I just spent your rent, I just bought one more pair of kicks, yeah
Grabbed an eight of Tris, n!gga, I just spent your rent again
Pull up Balenciaga boots, I used to wear my brother Timbs

[Chorus: FattMack]
Uh, bumped into my model b!tch up in a party in Calabasas
Uh, she ate up my d!ck up in a party in Calabasas
Uh, you know I brought my stick up in a party in Calabasas
You can’t come in here recording, they taking phones soon as you enter
Baby, you and I, let’s talk ’bout our problems over dinner, yeah
Suicide, when I went to L.A. I met the devil
Getting lost in your eyes, two reasons why I don’t see no one else
When it’s do or die, either gon’ bump your guns or you gon’ step up, pu*sy n!gga

[Verse 2: TopOppGen]
Yeah, suicide, she tryna do drügs and OD up in this b!tch

Yeah, I get high, I’ll die if I (??) up in this b!tch
Yeah, still feel our connection when we on bad terms and we had to reach
Hope you ain’t faking how you feel, take off that mask ’cause this ain’t trick-or-treat
I was in New York, couldn’t shoot my video, I was off Xannies, uh
You fu*k me ’til I’m lazy, go through my phone and spank me out my sleep
Mama knew I was fried, every time I threw back I’m slurring at my speech
Yeah, I seem to regret the time past, tried to wash my eyes with bleach
You know I might get mad and call you a thot, but I know you not for the streets
I don’t really regret a lot of the things I did ’cause that’s what made me me
They say love cost ’cause I still have a hard time make this free
Twin been sipping on lean but got drug tested, hope it’s not codeine in his pee

[Chorus: FattMack]
Uh, bumped into my model b!tch up in a party in Calabasas
Uh, she ate up my d!ck up in a party in Calabasas
Uh, you know I brought my stick up in a party in Calabasas
You can’t come in here recording, they taking phones soon as you enter
Baby, you and I, let’s talk ’bout our problems over dinner, yeah
Suicide, when I went to L.A. I met the devil
Getting lost in your eyes, two reasons why I don’t see no one else
When it’s do or die, either gon’ bump your guns or you gon’ step up, pu*sy n!gga