Dead Game
Poppin this heater
Boy u misleading yo people
I can fit this through a peep hole
Shitty as fecal
Fuck wit me
It be a sequel
I'll let it go at yo people
Come 2 defeat u
Nina present
She'll eat u
Imma just blow on this reefer
After she freak u
Imma have 2 call it equal
She cut u up like some seafood
Boy IAMME
Never ever could be u
I wouldn't know what 2 do
I cut a rope
Hang that Bitch around my throat
Off of a chair I go
Boy don't u know
Fuckin around me choke
I brought a knife and I poke
Find out u won't
U ain't comin 4 the smoke
I see how far u would go
Bitch I am the dope
I know u won't
I'm riding Caddy
U don't
I'm havin plenty 2 flaunt
Poppin the trunk
They know I'm grabbing the pump
And they know I'm finna dump
Get what u want
How the hell?
U gotta jump
Nigga I get what I want
I'm rollin this blunt
Smokin and chokin it up
No woods just roll up a dutch
I'm fuckin u up
If u try 2 touch
Anything comin wit us
We come from the Bus
We grab our nuts and we bust
They shoot at us then we duck
Gotta get up
Settle smoke from the dust
Feel the poke from the rust
U in a rut
Ain't no fuckin round wit us
Pussy better toughen up
Boy u misleading yo people
I can fit this through a peep hole
Shitty as fecal
Fuck wit me
It be a sequel
I'll let it go at yo people
Come 2 defeat u
Nina present
She'll eat u
Imma just blow on this reefer
After she freak u
Imma have 2 call it equal
She cut u up like some seafood
Boy IAMME
Never ever could be u
I wouldn't know what 2 do
I cut a rope
Hang that Bitch around my throat
Off of a chair I go
Boy don't u know
Fuckin around me choke
I brought a knife and I poke
Find out u won't
U ain't comin 4 the smoke
I see how far u would go
Bitch I am the dope
I know u won't
I'm riding Caddy
U don't
I'm havin plenty 2 flaunt
Poppin the trunk
They know I'm grabbing the pump
And they know I'm finna dump
Get what u want
How the hell?
U gotta jump
Nigga I get what I want
I'm rollin this blunt
Smokin and chokin it up
No woods just roll up a dutch
I'm fuckin u up
If u try 2 touch
Anything comin wit us
We come from the Bus
We grab our nuts and we bust
They shoot at us then we duck
Gotta get up
Settle smoke from the dust
Feel the poke from the rust
U in a rut
Ain't no fuckin round wit us
Pussy better toughen up
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Writer(s): Quan Allen
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