"Die Slow" is a collaboration between Lamm and Ayesha Erotica. The song was first shared in a series of Instagram story on June 12th, 2024. With no prior announcement, the song released exactly one month later on July 12th, 2024.[1]
Theme[]
In the chorus, the lyrics "Bitch, go fucking suck dick and die slow" express a direct and unapologetic attitude towards those who may criticize or underestimate Ayesha. The mention of "Papi on my side and he pop a Rhino" could symbolize having a strong support system or ally, willing to defend against any threats or challenges.[2]
References to drugs like ecstasy hint at a lifestyle filled with risk-taking and seeking thrills, juxtaposed with the idea of fighting against adversity. The line "I just bought another 40 while you bitches buy clothes" suggests prioritizing personal indulgence and freedom over material possessions, highlighting a desire for authenticity and independence.[2]
In the verse, the imagery of being up for a week striving for a "hefty bag" signifies a relentless pursuit of success or wealth. The references to guns and illegal activities depict a dangerous and chaotic lifestyle, where the consequences of one's actions are unpredictable.[2]
Lyrics[]
[Intro: Ayesha Erotica]
(Oh my God, I'm on the street)
(I just hopped out the whip on [?], and I'm about to shake that fucking laffy taffy)
(I'm about to shake my fucking laffy taffy, bitch)
[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
Bitch, go fucking suck dick and die slow
Papi on my side and he pop a Rhino
Off of ecstasy and secrets, always tryna fight hoes
I just bought another .40 while you bitches buy clothes
I'm like, "We are not the same, bitch, not even similar"
You fucking with some Johns, I'm fucking with the Dillinger
Fucking for some dinner, sellin' pussy for a G
Dirty-ass bitch, take a bath and go to sleep
[Verse: Ayesha Erotica]
I've been up for like a week, just tryna make a hefty bag
Never keep the strap the same, you such a [?] mag
I ain't out here ridin' dirty, that's the shit that gеt you wrapped
Talkin' foolish on me, that's the shit that gеt you wrecked
I don't ride with bitches, no, I stay up by my lonesome
Rappin' 'bout en guete pussy, you don't even own one
Blowin' up like '01 in September
Shoutin', "Gang" when you are not even a member
I can not respect it, fucking dorko
I was in the eighth grade taking trips and snorting narcos
We was on the block, but you know it 'bout to be a run
And I wanna die, so I don't even fear none
[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
Bitch, go fucking suck dick and die slow
Papi on my side and he pop a Rhino
Off of ecstasy and secrets, always tryna fight hoes
I just bought another .40 while you bitches buy clothes
I'm like, "We are not the same, bitch, not even similar"
You fucking with some Johns, I'm fucking with the Dillinger
Fucking for some dinner, sellin' pussy for a G
Dirty-ass bitch, take a bath and go to sleep
[Outro: Ayesha Erotica & Yvncc]
Die slow, bitch
Die slow, bitch
Huh-uh, uh-uh
Huh-uh, uh-uh
Huh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Huh, huh
Bitch
Audio[]
Trivia[]
- Yvncc provided additional vocals to the end of the song.
