Dead Faces
In love with hundos these my dead friends
Try me like a joke it's up straight smoke I want his head then
I like what you said then aye run it back like Ted Ginn
Four Nick making led bend try some dumb you a dead man
Dick deep in her throat boy I could prolly take her tonsils out
I ain't dissing folks this Choppa blow it ain't shit to talk about
Fuck you and yo bro it's up fasho niggas know we rocking out
Thought that was his hoe guess he ain't know me and shordy popping out
I told her I ain't shit can't love a bitch and this hoe still caught feelings
PT big ass fuck don't hit me up less you tryna drop a ticket
In the vip with sluts aye t me up these niggas know I'm litty
I can't lick the kitty for a fee I might turn up ya city
You say you my bro well play ya role that's what you posed to do
I'm in love with this bitch play with her bitch and I'll fuck over you
I creep in yo grass we stalk yo ass some like a cobra do
We take yo life if payments overdue lay him out like a sofa do
Got a playlist full a sad songs I can write write a thousand lines
Been told them that I'm the shit I told them that a thousand times
Never ever trust a bitch she gone tell a thousand lies
I'm just tryna tell the truth all these other niggas lying
Told I love her one time now this bitch feel like I need her
Fuck her once then I delete her ain't none of these bitches keepers
I can barley feel my stomach I drop sixes in two liters
Do everything for my people but where they at when I need em?
Blind ass nigga ima show what this stick do
Miss who? I stand by it I guarantee I hit you
Red beam on the Glock nigga you lucky if I missed you
I ain't got no aim I shot at one but fucking hit two
In love with hundos these my dead friends
Try me like a joke it's up straight smoke I want his head then
I like what you said then aye run it back like Ted Ginn
Four Nick making led bend try some dumb you a dead man
Dick deep in her throat boy I could prolly take her tonsils out
I ain't dissing folks this Choppa blow it ain't shit to talk about
Fuck you and yo bro it's up fasho niggas know we rocking out
Thought that was his hoe guess he ain't know me and shordy popping out
Try me like a joke it's up straight smoke I want his head then
I like what you said then aye run it back like Ted Ginn
Four Nick making led bend try some dumb you a dead man
Dick deep in her throat boy I could prolly take her tonsils out
I ain't dissing folks this Choppa blow it ain't shit to talk about
Fuck you and yo bro it's up fasho niggas know we rocking out
Thought that was his hoe guess he ain't know me and shordy popping out
I told her I ain't shit can't love a bitch and this hoe still caught feelings
PT big ass fuck don't hit me up less you tryna drop a ticket
In the vip with sluts aye t me up these niggas know I'm litty
I can't lick the kitty for a fee I might turn up ya city
You say you my bro well play ya role that's what you posed to do
I'm in love with this bitch play with her bitch and I'll fuck over you
I creep in yo grass we stalk yo ass some like a cobra do
We take yo life if payments overdue lay him out like a sofa do
Got a playlist full a sad songs I can write write a thousand lines
Been told them that I'm the shit I told them that a thousand times
Never ever trust a bitch she gone tell a thousand lies
I'm just tryna tell the truth all these other niggas lying
Told I love her one time now this bitch feel like I need her
Fuck her once then I delete her ain't none of these bitches keepers
I can barley feel my stomach I drop sixes in two liters
Do everything for my people but where they at when I need em?
Blind ass nigga ima show what this stick do
Miss who? I stand by it I guarantee I hit you
Red beam on the Glock nigga you lucky if I missed you
I ain't got no aim I shot at one but fucking hit two
In love with hundos these my dead friends
Try me like a joke it's up straight smoke I want his head then
I like what you said then aye run it back like Ted Ginn
Four Nick making led bend try some dumb you a dead man
Dick deep in her throat boy I could prolly take her tonsils out
I ain't dissing folks this Choppa blow it ain't shit to talk about
Fuck you and yo bro it's up fasho niggas know we rocking out
Thought that was his hoe guess he ain't know me and shordy popping out
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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