DNC
Yeahh, this a summer vibe got my sister with her gun up in the air
What you smoking on Lil Rango? That dead nigga in the air
30 In this fucking Glock, they see me they stop and stare
I'm in Florida fuckin' coolin', smoke exotic like a flare
Nigga, we be lit just like a flare
Tennis with the pendant, walked up in the mall looked at my ex
Too playa didn't even care
And they know I don't fucking care
Bitch, I spin through
Shorty wanna fuck, squeeze it tight just like a drive-thru
This 30 on my waist, a nigga play, boy this ah blind you
This choppa fucking spazz, hit the gas boy Imma find you
Huh? Where they ass at?
Pussy boy think that we will not find you, pull up right beside you
He pump faking, he ain't really have it, did you really though
Black cloud, a bad day, pharma cotics, love 'em baby give me more
Nah, lil baby I ain't trippin, if you sober gotta go
If you feel me rap along just straight just to the fuckin' flow
Speak on Polo leave you dead up on the motherfuckin' floor
This the dead nigga convention for you hoes that didn't know
Hopping out the back, I'm swinging choppas everywhere
Bitches wanna fuck me and the fucking gang, I dont care
Fuck them oppa niggas, all them fucking niggas fucking squares
Yo' shorty horny than a bitch, I'll take that bitch out anywhere
And I do not fucking ever pay for shit when I'm out there
Fast forward, now we all up in her crib I pull her hair
Man, this a dead nigga party, put the dead niggas there
Flame the dead niggas up
Dead niggas everywhere
Man, this a dead niggas marathon
Shoot it in the air
Grimm blow the switchy in the air, that nigga he don't care
He known take a soul if you don't pay the fare
I'm on the 9 lil nigga say you where
Ok, I hit the gas, 200 on the dash, I'm outta dere
I'm going way too fucking fast I'm flying like I'm Nike Air
Nigga play wit' me lil folks nem pull-up and they acting scared
We air they trap out, how many niggas, fuck 'em what they said
What you said huh
No zodaiac, blow the Taurus, now you dead huh
We from that block, we don't see the opps
Even though they stay there, boy
We pull-up fuckin' sweep you out the spot and then we stay there
Everybody wanna fucking know what happened we dont play fair
Imma walk 'em down, don't give no fuck, he going nowhere
Walk his ass down he going nowhere
Know I'm known to go there
Cocaine white, December, like a snow bear
Up on C&D all day and night I post there
Slimy ass lil curly head I'll wipe yo fucking nose hair
Boy don't fucking go there
I'm off the pilly floating
Riding through the fucking city with my choppa loaded
I got my brody with me, finna spin all night, we tote it
Aye, I got my bitch she with me
Finna ride my dick, she rode it, yeah
Leave 'em leaky
Leave his ass leaky
Dead nigga, yeah, dead nigga
This the dead nigga convention
What you smoking on Lil Rango? That dead nigga in the air
30 In this fucking Glock, they see me they stop and stare
I'm in Florida fuckin' coolin', smoke exotic like a flare
Nigga, we be lit just like a flare
Tennis with the pendant, walked up in the mall looked at my ex
Too playa didn't even care
And they know I don't fucking care
Bitch, I spin through
Shorty wanna fuck, squeeze it tight just like a drive-thru
This 30 on my waist, a nigga play, boy this ah blind you
This choppa fucking spazz, hit the gas boy Imma find you
Huh? Where they ass at?
Pussy boy think that we will not find you, pull up right beside you
He pump faking, he ain't really have it, did you really though
Black cloud, a bad day, pharma cotics, love 'em baby give me more
Nah, lil baby I ain't trippin, if you sober gotta go
If you feel me rap along just straight just to the fuckin' flow
Speak on Polo leave you dead up on the motherfuckin' floor
This the dead nigga convention for you hoes that didn't know
Hopping out the back, I'm swinging choppas everywhere
Bitches wanna fuck me and the fucking gang, I dont care
Fuck them oppa niggas, all them fucking niggas fucking squares
Yo' shorty horny than a bitch, I'll take that bitch out anywhere
And I do not fucking ever pay for shit when I'm out there
Fast forward, now we all up in her crib I pull her hair
Man, this a dead nigga party, put the dead niggas there
Flame the dead niggas up
Dead niggas everywhere
Man, this a dead niggas marathon
Shoot it in the air
Grimm blow the switchy in the air, that nigga he don't care
He known take a soul if you don't pay the fare
I'm on the 9 lil nigga say you where
Ok, I hit the gas, 200 on the dash, I'm outta dere
I'm going way too fucking fast I'm flying like I'm Nike Air
Nigga play wit' me lil folks nem pull-up and they acting scared
We air they trap out, how many niggas, fuck 'em what they said
What you said huh
No zodaiac, blow the Taurus, now you dead huh
We from that block, we don't see the opps
Even though they stay there, boy
We pull-up fuckin' sweep you out the spot and then we stay there
Everybody wanna fucking know what happened we dont play fair
Imma walk 'em down, don't give no fuck, he going nowhere
Walk his ass down he going nowhere
Know I'm known to go there
Cocaine white, December, like a snow bear
Up on C&D all day and night I post there
Slimy ass lil curly head I'll wipe yo fucking nose hair
Boy don't fucking go there
I'm off the pilly floating
Riding through the fucking city with my choppa loaded
I got my brody with me, finna spin all night, we tote it
Aye, I got my bitch she with me
Finna ride my dick, she rode it, yeah
Leave 'em leaky
Leave his ass leaky
Dead nigga, yeah, dead nigga
This the dead nigga convention
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Writer(s): Mustafa Elmaraghy
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