Dead
Aye fuck that shit
Aint stunting No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been fucking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Imma drop a bag up on your head
Pop shuvit on your block your homie dead
Straight drop pour it up you know its red
Since a jit I been running from the feds
Ice baguettes up on my neck aye watch it shine
Cartier lens up on my face they think I'm blind
Tip toeing in the trap I got my Draco
Imma shoot at all your homies them your vetos
I be dripping in designer you can't find this
Tom cruise its a movie goin rewind this
I keep a pistol on my lap when I'm grinding
Cause you gotta watch out for these niggas man they grimy they whining
Aye fuck that shit
Aint stuntin No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been fucking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Pull up on a opp and leave him dead
Heard what I said he make on move take off his head
Might fuck around and catch a body off these meds
Had my nigga white chalk him cause he talking to the feds
Doors go up on-side this whip this shit might fly
Smokin cherry pie bae I get high that shit no lie
I might tell her she my wife and have two bitches on the side
I just buy don't care the price, can't take it with me when I die
These perks what's keeping me alive
Popping' Addys til' I die, until Palm Angels in the sky
You better pray them angels with you when we slide
But that's just how this shit just go down on my side
Aye fuck that shit
Aint stunting No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been fucking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Aint stunting No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been fucking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Imma drop a bag up on your head
Pop shuvit on your block your homie dead
Straight drop pour it up you know its red
Since a jit I been running from the feds
Ice baguettes up on my neck aye watch it shine
Cartier lens up on my face they think I'm blind
Tip toeing in the trap I got my Draco
Imma shoot at all your homies them your vetos
I be dripping in designer you can't find this
Tom cruise its a movie goin rewind this
I keep a pistol on my lap when I'm grinding
Cause you gotta watch out for these niggas man they grimy they whining
Aye fuck that shit
Aint stuntin No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been fucking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Pull up on a opp and leave him dead
Heard what I said he make on move take off his head
Might fuck around and catch a body off these meds
Had my nigga white chalk him cause he talking to the feds
Doors go up on-side this whip this shit might fly
Smokin cherry pie bae I get high that shit no lie
I might tell her she my wife and have two bitches on the side
I just buy don't care the price, can't take it with me when I die
These perks what's keeping me alive
Popping' Addys til' I die, until Palm Angels in the sky
You better pray them angels with you when we slide
But that's just how this shit just go down on my side
Aye fuck that shit
Aint stunting No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been fucking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
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Writer(s): Alandus Oates
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