Dead Man Walking
Buddha bless this beat
Bitch
Where my motherfucking sack?
Why them 20s in the front?
Why them 100s in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, gee I look like a bag
I'm a fuckin' millionaire, I meant it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your motherfucking friends, I'ma do it (Shoot)
I'm that nigga with the (Pew) AK, I'ma shoot it (Pew, pew, pew)
I got bitches who in love like I'm Cupid (Damn, damn)
If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid, yeah
Dead man walking (Let's go)
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?
Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin
Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin'
Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Yo bitch a meat lover for the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean?
You a dead man walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?
Bitch
Where my motherfucking sack?
Why them 20s in the front?
Why them 100s in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, gee I look like a bag
I'm a fuckin' millionaire, I meant it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your motherfucking friends, I'ma do it (Shoot)
I'm that nigga with the (Pew) AK, I'ma shoot it (Pew, pew, pew)
I got bitches who in love like I'm Cupid (Damn, damn)
If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid, yeah
Dead man walking (Let's go)
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?
Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin
Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin'
Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Yo bitch a meat lover for the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean?
You a dead man walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Tyron Douglas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro (feat. Gucci Mane)
- Once Again (feat. Tee Grizzley)
- Baby
- What It Is
- Frosted Flakes
- Pastor (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)
- I Suppose
- Back On
- Pink Toes (feat. Gunna)
- Dead Man Walking
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