Dead Folks
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
If you know what I mean
Fiends sniffin' clean
I'm a demon leave a goofy mama cryin'
Police all on the mufuckin' scene
He ain't gone shoot he tellin' what he seen
Judge gave me 4 and I throw up the 4
On 284 toatin' poles kicking doors
And my niggas they vultures
On my side, yeah it get cold woah woah woah
Tell that bitch back it up, bitch I'm tryna break yo mufuckin back you know
And I'm Lnt John just in case you ain't know
If you want smoke I ain't taxin' bruh
Wanna buy my mama that Bentley truck
Swear to god they ain't never give us nun
Seen that shit with my eyes
Niggas fake in disguise
9 times outta 10 they ain't with it bruh
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
Smokin' on dope 'til the meds gone
They steady beggin' for dead folks
They can't use me like a dead phone
When I fuck 'em and leave 'em I'm dead wrong
Ain't gone stop until the feds know
Bitch I'm runnin' it up til my legs gone
Fuck nigga turn up yo headphones
Hope you don't get caught in that redzone
You see that Q50 pullin' up
I'm on the other side of the door
We don't tolerate no disrespect
You gon' be on the other side of the floor
I want money and power you gon' respect me
Bitch I'm 6'1 how they gon' overlook me
If you wanna see me on stage
Tell your local promoter to come and book me
Keep the honchos, spend the dubs on drugs
Stacking like I'm preparing for a drought
All a nigga do is rap and jugg
Fuck what them other niggas talkin bout
I might go to college and do it for my mama
I might go to Canada just for the summer
You gotta move at your own pace
Cause this shit is a marathon not a race
Hell yea
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
If you know what I mean
Fiends sniffin' clean
I'm a demon leave a goofy mama cryin'
Police all on the mufuckin' scene
He ain't gone shoot he tellin' what he seen
Judge gave me 4 and I throw up the 4
On 284 toatin' poles kicking doors
And my niggas they vultures
On my side, yeah it get cold woah woah woah
Tell that bitch back it up, bitch I'm tryna break yo mufuckin back you know
And I'm Lnt John just in case you ain't know
If you want smoke I ain't taxin' bruh
Wanna buy my mama that Bentley truck
Swear to god they ain't never give us nun
Seen that shit with my eyes
Niggas fake in disguise
9 times outta 10 they ain't with it bruh
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
Smokin' on dope 'til the meds gone
They steady beggin' for dead folks
They can't use me like a dead phone
When I fuck 'em and leave 'em I'm dead wrong
Ain't gone stop until the feds know
Bitch I'm runnin' it up til my legs gone
Fuck nigga turn up yo headphones
Hope you don't get caught in that redzone
You see that Q50 pullin' up
I'm on the other side of the door
We don't tolerate no disrespect
You gon' be on the other side of the floor
I want money and power you gon' respect me
Bitch I'm 6'1 how they gon' overlook me
If you wanna see me on stage
Tell your local promoter to come and book me
Keep the honchos, spend the dubs on drugs
Stacking like I'm preparing for a drought
All a nigga do is rap and jugg
Fuck what them other niggas talkin bout
I might go to college and do it for my mama
I might go to Canada just for the summer
You gotta move at your own pace
Cause this shit is a marathon not a race
Hell yea
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
What the fuck is you talkin' bout
Got the tools in the splizzy
Try me, hit at yo' mama house
My niggas they wit' it, higher than the ceiling
I might just pop me a perky now
Free 1way that's my nigga he will ups before he think
Or he probably smoking on dead folks
Hoes wanna fuck us but they use to duck us
They steady beggin' for dead folks
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Writer(s): Solo Margiela
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