Dead Man Walking (feat. Chan)
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Huh, she want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
She keep on flodgin' on me, told lil' hoe to watch it then
She want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy hit the floor
You fuck with my niggas and you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
My niggas is hard to decode, we're talkin' bout futures, ain't no tellin' what's in for show
And if it ain't about the dough, I'ma get high, get to choppin' and make you go low
A nigga ain't never been slow, we're talkin' bout tracks, been on that since before you can know
Try to do me like a hoe, them martians pull up late at night and then put on a show
And yeah, most you niggas should know, she on the dick late at night, it look sum' like a pro
Remember I had me a fro, but now the young nigga got twists and she said that it go
The gas desire the smoke, please let me know how y'all tryin' to go
Please do not treat the young nigga like hoe, I'm pullin' up, UFO
Out of space, bitch hoe, where you wanna go
Them martians forever, we lettin' them know
Huh, she want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
She keep on flodgin' on me, told lil' hoe to watch it then
She want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store
Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy hit the floor
You fuck with my niggas and you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
I guess that it's time that I flex
My bag is filled up with my dimes and my checks
I'm shootin' ten for ten, don't have time for rest
KC I'm the best, don't lie, just confess
Don't float with the butterflies, glide with the jets
I'm GOAT to these other guys, askin' what's next
I sail to the other side, checkin' my texts
I dance on the waves and I slide on the deck
Better duck your head, cause I'm comin' for y'all necks
Know I'm movin' smarter like I'm always takin' tests
Call my old fling, cause I wanna fire head
But my new fling mad, cause I'm chillin' with my ex
And I gotta move tactical, I'm always playin' chess
I don't have no limits on me, got it tatted on my chest
And my flow a pure flex, my true talent is suppressed
Oxycodone and that oxygen, I ask that girl what's next
387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy at the floor
You fuck with my niggas, then you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
387, we bustin' his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy at the floor
You fuck with my niggas, then you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store
Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store
Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
Let's go, let's go
Huh, she want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
She keep on flodgin' on me, told lil' hoe to watch it then
She want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy hit the floor
You fuck with my niggas and you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
My niggas is hard to decode, we're talkin' bout futures, ain't no tellin' what's in for show
And if it ain't about the dough, I'ma get high, get to choppin' and make you go low
A nigga ain't never been slow, we're talkin' bout tracks, been on that since before you can know
Try to do me like a hoe, them martians pull up late at night and then put on a show
And yeah, most you niggas should know, she on the dick late at night, it look sum' like a pro
Remember I had me a fro, but now the young nigga got twists and she said that it go
The gas desire the smoke, please let me know how y'all tryin' to go
Please do not treat the young nigga like hoe, I'm pullin' up, UFO
Out of space, bitch hoe, where you wanna go
Them martians forever, we lettin' them know
Huh, she want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
She keep on flodgin' on me, told lil' hoe to watch it then
She want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen
Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store
Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy hit the floor
You fuck with my niggas and you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
I guess that it's time that I flex
My bag is filled up with my dimes and my checks
I'm shootin' ten for ten, don't have time for rest
KC I'm the best, don't lie, just confess
Don't float with the butterflies, glide with the jets
I'm GOAT to these other guys, askin' what's next
I sail to the other side, checkin' my texts
I dance on the waves and I slide on the deck
Better duck your head, cause I'm comin' for y'all necks
Know I'm movin' smarter like I'm always takin' tests
Call my old fling, cause I wanna fire head
But my new fling mad, cause I'm chillin' with my ex
And I gotta move tactical, I'm always playin' chess
I don't have no limits on me, got it tatted on my chest
And my flow a pure flex, my true talent is suppressed
Oxycodone and that oxygen, I ask that girl what's next
387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy at the floor
You fuck with my niggas, then you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
387, we bustin' his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy at the floor
You fuck with my niggas, then you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door
Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store
Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store
Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
Credits
Writer(s): Zayin Barnes
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