Dead Guys
I told them dead guys I don't bury them
Nigga play with them
They gon’ have to bury him
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Need to play with your bitch
Before you play with my money i been, not
Never let a nigga take shit from me
Bussing bout them dead guy to you a dead guy
Fuck your chest
I'm aiming at your head now (head shot)
I've got a hundred sitting in
The clip for you, actus
You niggas talking shit
Who really not factus
I found a nigga, Dog I need it all bad
He don't bring it back
I'm a blow out his back play with my change
I'm a spray his brain
And leave the streets main
With a permanent stain let a Nigga play me
Who the fuck playin
You and your partner body
In the woods detain
I told them dead guys I don't bury them
Nigga play with them
They gon’ have to bury him
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Pull up on the horse shoe
Let the choppers talk when them yappers bark
Bodies get put in chalk
Now you niggers want to burse it
You use to curse me
Bitch I'm sipping gold bottles
You lil’ niggers thirsty
Still smoking bobby brown i’m on Kaley green
Cup full a Nyquil i’m on promethazine
You Niggas playin with yuh self
Playing with yuh elf
Fuck around and be a body
Playin with my wealth i done had hard time
Was no hand outs play time, bed time
Was no planned routes just a journey to
All fake niggas shook
Speak the truth over hard street
Niggas look, real crook by the book
Never did I testify
AK 40 plenty shooters bitch
Don’t you kiss the fire
Cause these toaster gon’ burn you like toast
I’m smoking on this from the west coast
I told them dead guys I don't bury them
Nigga play with them
They gon’ have to bury him
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
In the streets like the G’s
And the Most we stay hustling
Like the foes pole club full a smoke
Nothing but the lounge
Young Niggas throwin gang signs in the crowd
Champagne being pop bitches poppin’ ass
Boss nigga sipping at the glass
Throwing cash
OS niggas watching from, the sidelines
Browns on their face see real nigga shine
Lambrigini got their mouth hanging
Like a monkey down hoes fatter than a donkey
The whole club going up on a Saturday
They party white liquor till the next day
Everyday I make a plate thats a chick day
And we living every damn day
Like it’s chick day stuntin like a baby
Flexin’ like i’m slim cash money nigga
Hustle but I’m get yuh cake up
Get yuh pussy made up
Yow Niggas that’s yuh table with
No food on they platebro
Damn, Shit that ain't right my nigga
Yowthat’s fucked up very
Don’t fuck with my dead guys my nigga