Deadbeat 2

Man these niggas fake
I cannot relate
I be reppin' my city, when I'm up in your state
You was keyboard thuggin' now I'm up in your face
Now what did you say?
My niggas never sleep, you can get it broad day
If it ain't money gettin' I cannot partake
My bullets sink ships better stay out my lake
Cuz I'm a great white and you on my shark tank
I'm movin' like a soldier when I'm out in the field
I'm scopin' out the game while I stand on the hill
You thinkin' I'm asleep, get popped like a pill
If you talkin' 3 mill then we closin' the deal
I be turnt up, you dont know how it feel
Youll get world star this shit get real
I'm heartless, everything get killed
I just go to work gotta finish the drill
If niggas is talkin' that's when the ninas get sparkin'
I'm hoppin out the 2 seater make room when I'm parkin'
And I'll only say it once listen up when I'm talkin'
And this a dead beat I got it out of the coffin
I be smokin' loud pack I can hear what you talkin'
You niggas is lackin' and I'm all about profit
Less talk and more smokin', I don't be with the gossip
Simmie out with the hollow turn your brain into pasta
Catch you at the red light, that's hoes in your Honda
I be on my grind tryna stack my commas
You play with my commas you must want drama
I'm sunning niggas but I'm not your father
I go harder
I play smarter, you just a starter
I hang with rastas I can smoke a garden
Pass me the lighter, this blunt I'm sparkin'
Loud pack, you might think I farted
These niggas hate, so the hate I'm dodgin'
That 40 bang I don't do no arguin'
I'm in my lane, stay in your margin
Yo bitch is on me, she say she horny, she say you corny
The world is mine, I feel like Tony
I whip the Benz just like I stole it
Till yo death nigga if you owe it
I roll it up, and then I smoke it
The way I roll, I deserve a trophy
I'm duckin', 12 Cuz they tryna rope me
I'm doin' dash and im ridin', dirty
OG stank, now its smellin' musty
I keep the comb and it ain't rusty
I give her dick when she done fussin'
MC Hammer cuz you can't touch this
High as fuck now I look Russian
Foreign gas what I be puffin
When I'm on a grind, I don't eat nothin'
But them green bags they just keep comin'
Im up all night, while you boys snorin'
Workin' all night, it come in the mornin'
Pass me the ball, I feel like Jordan
Imma hit the 3, and you know I'm scorin'



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Writer(s): Andrew Thomas
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