Dead B

Hey Yash, lemme hit that wood bruh
I see (get gone)

If we ever said it's up that bitch, I swear to God we mean it
We already in Hell, bitch, since twelve we've been demons
Ever since I signed the deal, all these bitches on my penis
Boy, you ain't gon' squeeze it, you around for no reason, huh
Boy, what block you from, let us know so we can spin it
Made Chicago legends, shit, that was just about business
Said I wasn't gon' diss the dead and okay, I did it
But nigga, fuck T-Roy and Odee, them dead bitches

Y'all heard about J-Money
Niggas gettin' dead the same way
Bitch, don't play with gang
You don't wan' lil' bro in your gang way
I know you heard about Lil' Boo (yeah)
They left his shit by a tire
Bullets was hittin' him, he was singin' like Mariah

Yeah, you heard about Sheroid
I know that hurt the heart
He probably walkin', listenin' to his iPod
Yeah, you heard about Lil' Steve
Yeah, I heard about that too
But fuck him though, he a pack too (bitch)

If we ever said it's up that bitch, I swear to God we mean it
We already in Hell, bitch, since twelve we've been demons
Ever since I signed the deal, all these bitches on my penis
Boy, you ain't gon' squeeze it, you around for no reason, huh
Boy, what block you from, let us know so we can spin it
Made Chicago legends, shit, that was just about business
Said I wasn't gon' diss the dead and okay, I did it
But nigga, fuck T-Roy and Odee, them dead bitches

Nah, for real, fuck them niggas, all my opps are bitches
Heard he mentioned Brick name, uh-huh, no, he didn't
While bro was sellin' rocks and blows, you were somewhere swimmin'
When Baldy got his ass killed, they ain't stand no business
I go to D-Thang grave and take a piss on that shit
If Keta was alive, I'd make that pig suck my dick
If I gotta pull a mission, swear to God I won't fail
But I can't let them see my face 'cause they might tell

If we ever said it's up that bitch, I swear to God we mean it
We already in Hell, bitch, since twelve we've been demons
Ever since I signed the deal, all these bitches on my penis
Boy, you ain't gon' squeeze it, you around for no reason, huh
Boy, what block you from, let us know so we can spin it
Made Chicago legends, shit, that was just about business
Said I wasn't gon' diss the dead and okay, I did it
But nigga, fuck T-Roy and Odee, them dead bitches



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Writer(s): Joel Puente, Carlton Weekly, Jr Cooper
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