U Dead (feat. Smoothy G & KTM111)
Ok, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I got my own backup
Get so high, interstellar
Fly on space with a Tesla
While I'm cooking a new banger
You ain't a friend you a stranger
I don't know you you a wanker
Fuck out this world, I'm going away
Can't stand looking at you stupid face
I'll beat yo ass (sure) on another day
Let me claim my own place
I assure you can fuck off
You dickhead, piece of cock
I've been flexin with my niggas
You been flexin with a John
Nemesi-nemesis
You ain't a friend you a nemesis
Nigga you already on the list
You wanna beef so take a fist
But tryna change topic, right
Might kill a cop, yes I might
Always ready for a fight
You dead, nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear
Ok, so everything you can say is I'm a bitch
You don't even know me, shut the fuck up Richie Rich
I put a spell on you like I'm a witch
Changing flow like the lanes that I switch
Your voice is high-pitched
You claim you're an hypebeast
And you rap since you six? (what the)
See, I'm dropping in a month, and I did it on my phone
Yes, my homie Smoothy G ain't lower his tone
Yes I do it on my own and I've got no clone to mix, produce, my shit in general
Ion fuck with no 12, no federal
I look like an emo but my romance isn't chemical
My pesto is sweet like caramel
I ain't towing shit, fuck a caravan
Yeh
I got my own backup
Get so high, interstellar
Fly on space with a Tesla
While I'm cooking a new banger
You ain't a friend you a stranger
I don't know you you a wanker
Fuck out this world, I'm going away
Can't stand looking at you stupid face
I'll beat yo ass (sure) on another day
Let me claim my own place
I assure you can fuck off
You dickhead, piece of cock
I've been flexin with my niggas
You been flexin with a John
Nemesi-nemesis
You ain't a friend you a nemesis
Nigga you already on the list
You wanna beef so take a fist
But tryna change topic, right
Might kill a cop, yes I might
Always ready for a fight
You dead, nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear nigga
You dead, nigga
I swear
Ok, so everything you can say is I'm a bitch
You don't even know me, shut the fuck up Richie Rich
I put a spell on you like I'm a witch
Changing flow like the lanes that I switch
Your voice is high-pitched
You claim you're an hypebeast
And you rap since you six? (what the)
See, I'm dropping in a month, and I did it on my phone
Yes, my homie Smoothy G ain't lower his tone
Yes I do it on my own and I've got no clone to mix, produce, my shit in general
Ion fuck with no 12, no federal
I look like an emo but my romance isn't chemical
My pesto is sweet like caramel
I ain't towing shit, fuck a caravan
Yeh
Credits
Writer(s): Nazareno Bellia
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