Dead Inside
Got a couple hundred shooters standing by my side
Got a couple hundred bitches always down to ride
Got a couple hundred bottles if you tryna slide
Gotta re-up on the percs if I wanna die
Got a couple alibis if I wanna lie
Got a couple and they bi
So I get inside
Only down to throw it back when she dead inside
Got a couple hundred reasons that she wanna die
Layin with a couple hoes
And they extra high
Mans be callin' up my phone
Tryna sell a line
She gon' rail it off my dick
Cause she extra fine
Bloody nose, in my zone, that's my typa time
She be bitchin
I got blow on her Gucci coat
I be twitching when she blow
Giving stupid dome
Can't get tied up with these hoes
Baby lose the rope (Lose that rope)
Ima' kick her to the door
She a loopy hoe
I got people that be pleadin just for me to stay
What the point if we all gonna die anyway
Ima' live up in the sky if I gotta live
All my elders on lock
Tryna dodge a shiv
She be digging in her veins
Got a bone to pick
Will she love the way I treat her like she love the dick (She love that dick)
She gon' try to shoot the shit like she John Wick
Told her go and phone a friend
We can double dip
Tell that bitch
Got a couple hundred shooters standing by my side
Got a couple hundred bitches always down to ride
Got a couple hundred bottles if you tryna slide
Gotta re-up on the percs if I wanna die
Got a couple alibis if I wanna lie
Got a couple and they bi
So I get inside
Only down to throw it back when she dead inside
Got a couple hundred reasons that she wanna die
Got a couple hundred bitches always down to ride
Got a couple hundred bottles if you tryna slide
Gotta re-up on the percs if I wanna die
Got a couple alibis if I wanna lie
Got a couple and they bi
So I get inside
Only down to throw it back when she dead inside
Got a couple hundred reasons that she wanna die
Layin with a couple hoes
And they extra high
Mans be callin' up my phone
Tryna sell a line
She gon' rail it off my dick
Cause she extra fine
Bloody nose, in my zone, that's my typa time
She be bitchin
I got blow on her Gucci coat
I be twitching when she blow
Giving stupid dome
Can't get tied up with these hoes
Baby lose the rope (Lose that rope)
Ima' kick her to the door
She a loopy hoe
I got people that be pleadin just for me to stay
What the point if we all gonna die anyway
Ima' live up in the sky if I gotta live
All my elders on lock
Tryna dodge a shiv
She be digging in her veins
Got a bone to pick
Will she love the way I treat her like she love the dick (She love that dick)
She gon' try to shoot the shit like she John Wick
Told her go and phone a friend
We can double dip
Tell that bitch
Got a couple hundred shooters standing by my side
Got a couple hundred bitches always down to ride
Got a couple hundred bottles if you tryna slide
Gotta re-up on the percs if I wanna die
Got a couple alibis if I wanna lie
Got a couple and they bi
So I get inside
Only down to throw it back when she dead inside
Got a couple hundred reasons that she wanna die
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Writer(s): Caleb Fugle
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