Now They Dead
These niggas is fake Bloods & they fake Crips
& they just started coming outside
Niggas don't bang hard when they take trips
Cause I know they ain't ready to die
I gotta check it I ain't letting it slide
Cause If I do it's gon fuck with my pride
I really crack shit bout my stack shit
It ain't nowhere a nigga could hide
Bet Ima find em, Bet ima line em
Disrespect me then it's gone be a problem
I put some bread on his head and it's going
So you betta hope you ain't standing behind em
Like
Who it matter to
You get hit and we call it collateral
My nigga gon swing like a batter do
& I promise we good like an afternoon
I'm done with yo bitch give her back to you
Cause she said she don't fuck with my attitude
She claim I be wilding and acting rude
Sorry baby I'm moving too tactical
I'm riding around in a fast jawn
Windows tinted got limousine black on
Before COVID I been kept a mask on
I run into an Opp ima blast on em
It's something about me I'm gifted & rowdy
I walk in the spot and they lower the tone
Bins & them cvvs all in my phone
I'm tryna cover my heart with the chrome
I'm in the spot with a bitch and I'm lit
& she keep in filling my cup with Patron
Just one more cup and I'm taking her home
Niggas be goofy and I cannot stand em
If you not sanctioned you just in a fandom
Ya just be jumping on dick at the random
Niggas turn Crip think they Pop in a phantom
Self made boss and I mean that
SMB and you never could be that
I heard that they got it I need that
Whole clip fat joe make em lean back
Show me a wack verse and I'm quitting
If she a freak bitch then I'm hitting
& if her record clean then I'm winning
Like let's go get it
I copped a Kel Tec
Wonder who ima melt next
Ima let it spit fire like hell breath
& she fold at the stock so I keep it wit me
I aint never got never got nothing from being friendly
I got shooters that hop out the van with me
Ion think that the opps wanna dance with me
Love my niggas that been thru them jams with me
They was with me before I had bands with me
Loyalty
Aint no one here giving it more than me
These niggas is watching recording me
Upgrade on the Glock hold a 40 piece
Like Burger King
You ain't a shooter won't hurt a thing
Look how he shake when he hold the thing
I could tell he is not with the Murder Gang
& they just started coming outside
Niggas don't bang hard when they take trips
Cause I know they ain't ready to die
I gotta check it I ain't letting it slide
Cause If I do it's gon fuck with my pride
I really crack shit bout my stack shit
It ain't nowhere a nigga could hide
Bet Ima find em, Bet ima line em
Disrespect me then it's gone be a problem
I put some bread on his head and it's going
So you betta hope you ain't standing behind em
Like
Who it matter to
You get hit and we call it collateral
My nigga gon swing like a batter do
& I promise we good like an afternoon
I'm done with yo bitch give her back to you
Cause she said she don't fuck with my attitude
She claim I be wilding and acting rude
Sorry baby I'm moving too tactical
I'm riding around in a fast jawn
Windows tinted got limousine black on
Before COVID I been kept a mask on
I run into an Opp ima blast on em
It's something about me I'm gifted & rowdy
I walk in the spot and they lower the tone
Bins & them cvvs all in my phone
I'm tryna cover my heart with the chrome
I'm in the spot with a bitch and I'm lit
& she keep in filling my cup with Patron
Just one more cup and I'm taking her home
Niggas be goofy and I cannot stand em
If you not sanctioned you just in a fandom
Ya just be jumping on dick at the random
Niggas turn Crip think they Pop in a phantom
Self made boss and I mean that
SMB and you never could be that
I heard that they got it I need that
Whole clip fat joe make em lean back
Show me a wack verse and I'm quitting
If she a freak bitch then I'm hitting
& if her record clean then I'm winning
Like let's go get it
I copped a Kel Tec
Wonder who ima melt next
Ima let it spit fire like hell breath
& she fold at the stock so I keep it wit me
I aint never got never got nothing from being friendly
I got shooters that hop out the van with me
Ion think that the opps wanna dance with me
Love my niggas that been thru them jams with me
They was with me before I had bands with me
Loyalty
Aint no one here giving it more than me
These niggas is watching recording me
Upgrade on the Glock hold a 40 piece
Like Burger King
You ain't a shooter won't hurt a thing
Look how he shake when he hold the thing
I could tell he is not with the Murder Gang
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Writer(s): Aaron Francis Raymond, Zyon Truss
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