He's Dead

How's he alive? Man I'm fucking baffed
See me and they're done when they end up-
Got too many opps in the sky
Got me thinking, who's in my 35?
Every time I see blue lights I'm off

Munna got put in a pack (He's dead)
Gorz got put in a pack (He's dead)
Thumpz got put in a pack (He's dead)
Abz got put in a pack (He's dead)
Stompz got put in a pack (He's dead)
S1 got put in a pack (He's dead)
CRose should be in a pack
How's he alive? Man I'm fucking baffed (Should be dead)

Act for the snap and ladies (Dickhead)
Don't get blammed in your leg
Then crawl on the floor like a fucking baby (Bap bap)
Call me a neek, deep down they rate me (They rate me)
Opps in the can cah they love get rapey (Ugh)
Don't lack in a dance for a barbie (Don't do it)
AM done got chinged up in carni (AM man)
What's all the talk on my dargies?
Nutty got chinged and left by his dargies (Ha ha)
Blackz got chinged in a shop like woah (Ugh)
TSkeng got two, oh didn't you know (Argh)
Same week R1 took a big man's soul (Free my nigga)
Bro's in the can cah he turned man cro (He's dead)
In court YR went claiming CT (What?)
Don't hide in court like pussy Kashif (Don't do it)
This is the truth no fiction (Splash)
Free up Snow that's dot-dots kicking
Them clocks don't stop, it continues ticking
Cheff anyone like barbecue chicken
Solomon's life got put to rest (Eugh)
Free R1 that's shanks in chests (Free my bro)
I'm on the opp block with my stab-proof vest
Can't be on my blood that's little S (Can't be on bro)
Can't be on my blood that's little S

In the bando, dishing out pebs
And I can't stop till I'm rich on ends
On the fast lane I got no friends
Just bill it and kweng when they call for the peng
On the opp block lurking for them
See me and they're done when they end up dead (Where they at?)
And I got one brown and leng
She whips for me in the bando den (Whip it)
She'll line up when she sees gems
And smoke for him, and smoke for his friend
And this white ting keeps calling my phone
But I might pick up, that's maybe if I like her
In the field niggas know I'm a striker
Two ZK's me and bro just slice up
I'm not no internet typer
Circled there twice and I still can't find ya (Where they at?)
I reload on boxes of 9ers, one for ten not two for a fiver
And the other side they always just lie
They talk about drillings that they never do
CS got chinged, me and bro bro too
Two hours lurk, where's them yutes?
Handtings, dots and kitchens too
I run up in your house and I take all the food (Let me get that)
I run up in your house and I take all the food (Get that)

Trust me my opps are just wet
They keep respawning like they got nine lives
Broski ask if I'm live, of course I'm live
We're going on glides (Come on)
Got too many opps in the sky
Got me thinking, who's in my 35?
Don't wanna buck bro with his knife
I'm in the bando, tryna serve this white
Bad B keeps calling my line
But sorry darling I can't wine and dine (Sorry darling)
But maybe if you hold this knife
Then maybe darling we can Bonnie and Clyde
CS, yeah he already got bored
That teach him a lesson not to cross that line (Don't)

Give me a drop and you know I'm at it
Them new plates keep on chatting
Back then gang used to laugh off the rappers
But now I'm pissed off
Should've left em in splashings (Wet that up)
Why they talk on my name so much?
I'm starting to think that my opps are faggots (Gay boys)
Every time I see blue lights I'm off
It's coming like fed chases are becoming a habit
I saw CSav, let him have it
Same for CS, pulled up let him have it (Splash splash)
If you see me with OSav, won't panic on mash
Most of my opps are brass, facts
Don't get put in a pack
More time they get caught on a lack and dash
Sometimes they might back their shank
But I stand my ground and I swing at hats (Gorz)
Like D6 get bored in your back (Ouch)
Or like Abz get put in a pack (Haha)
Like D6 get bored in your back (Ouch)
Or like Abz get put in a pack (Dead boy)
Get put in a pack