Deadguy
(I love this shit, Nino)
Yeah, fuck goin' on, nigga
VLAD life, lil' bitch
Ha-ha
On the way to the money (Ha-ha)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (On the way to the money)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money
On the way to the money, yeah
Drive-bys, homicides
Drive-bys, homicidеs
Drive-bys, homicides
Yeah, on thе way to the money
Drive-bys, homicides
Drive-bys, homicides (Brr)
Drive-bys, homicides
On the way to the money
On the way to that motherfucking money (Yeah)
Pull that gun out, yeah, we dumpin'
S-I-P, bitch I'm two cuppin'
And I'm too VLAD, I'm too uppin'
Two Glocks on me nigga, saw them true colors
Two bad bitches and them bitches be fuckin'
Clapping on you, I might slow, I might bust
Niggas ain't blood man, these niggas ain't nothing
Trappin-trappin, in the trap baby jumping
In the Urus and I'm doing a hunnid
I bust 'em down just cause she be bust (Bust)
And these bitches, they be sipping for nothing
Hah
Runaway to the money (Yeah)
Homicides, you gon' hear us coming (Yeah)
Racks on us, you can hear us thumbing (Yeah)
Phew, big DAMI countin' hunnids
S-I-P, we always sipping something (Sip)
I fuck with that bitch, she rock Undercover (Yeah)
Fuck twelve, tryna take drugs from us (Bih, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Homicides, drive-bys (Huh, yeah)
Drive-bys
I'm just picking money up, why you wanna be a dead guy?
Dead guy, dead guy
Yeah, fuck goin' on, nigga
VLAD life, lil' bitch
Ha-ha
On the way to the money (Ha-ha)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (On the way to the money)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money
On the way to the money, yeah
Drive-bys, homicides
Drive-bys, homicidеs
Drive-bys, homicides
Yeah, on thе way to the money
Drive-bys, homicides
Drive-bys, homicides (Brr)
Drive-bys, homicides
On the way to the money
On the way to that motherfucking money (Yeah)
Pull that gun out, yeah, we dumpin'
S-I-P, bitch I'm two cuppin'
And I'm too VLAD, I'm too uppin'
Two Glocks on me nigga, saw them true colors
Two bad bitches and them bitches be fuckin'
Clapping on you, I might slow, I might bust
Niggas ain't blood man, these niggas ain't nothing
Trappin-trappin, in the trap baby jumping
In the Urus and I'm doing a hunnid
I bust 'em down just cause she be bust (Bust)
And these bitches, they be sipping for nothing
Hah
Runaway to the money (Yeah)
Homicides, you gon' hear us coming (Yeah)
Racks on us, you can hear us thumbing (Yeah)
Phew, big DAMI countin' hunnids
S-I-P, we always sipping something (Sip)
I fuck with that bitch, she rock Undercover (Yeah)
Fuck twelve, tryna take drugs from us (Bih, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Homicides, drive-bys (Huh, yeah)
Drive-bys
I'm just picking money up, why you wanna be a dead guy?
Dead guy, dead guy
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Writer(s): Isaiah Blouir, Fedor Kulachkov, Denzell Young, Kiselev Maxim Vitalievich
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