Dead

You try to run imma run you down
Got this brand new carbine hold a hundred rounds
If you try to play with me imma get you gone and that's on God nigga
Goofy ass rappers in the stu that's why I rob niggas

Don't you call me up for any problem nigga I got choppers
Nigga Im gon solve it they know I got killers on my squad that's why I send them out
Goofies on your squad that's why we get them out imma murder man
Cut his ass off just like a surgeon on the opps block looking for em they know we Searching

Same niggas with illegal guns nigga they out lurking
Taco Bell making shells we got em so we serving
I'm riding niggas out here phony so we sliding
I can get you gone but you is lying you said you got dracs but you just lying

Fifty- nine shots to his dome nigga you been wrong
Beefing with Big Nine Six nigga just admit it you a clone
I'm off that molly nigga just to put my ass right in the zone
Just copped a Rarri so I can find a faster way home

All I see is red nigga stuffed the blunt with just a bunch of other dead niggas
Give that Glock another try nigga you won't like it
I ain't gonna lie but if you go outside nigga you just gonna die
Yeah you just gonna die

You just gonna die
Tried to tell em you just gonna die
Standing on that porch you gonna die

Stood over him did my murder dance it was over with
Blood all on his shirt coming out his neck that's another opp for that side to rep
They want me they want my head nigga they want ransom
Tryna get some bread nigga it was some red opps on that red list

I might send in hella shots and they won't miss
Catching head shots when we arrive nigga
Yeah you just gonna die

You just gonna die
Tried to tell em you just gonna die
Standing on that porch you gonna die

All I see is red nigga stuffed the blunt with just a bunch of other dead niggas
Give that Glock another try nigga you won't like it
I ain't gonna lie but if you go outside nigga you just gonna die



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Writer(s): Gerry Mcfadden
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