DEADMAN WALKIN
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you choppin
Always picking metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you choppin
Always packing metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo' pack and leave your body in there rotting
Got a strap in the back, with Glock and attach
And I run with your bitch
I be blowing the back got an AR attach, I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
And I'm counting my chips and I'm counting my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want no smoke I could promise you that
Imma spaz on the track, we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands
Banz banz banz
Fifty on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko
Goner a Walmart gay Machine Gun Kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised telly
Claiming you tough but evan bitch really
Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might
Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and I'll eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you choppin
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packing metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave your body in there rotting
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
That Nigga dead
Fuck he said
Built like the grinch
Yeah you tipping feds
For the meds
Acting like a bitch
Yeah you is a Ned
Getting red
Neva do shit
Flipping bread
For my bread
Now I'm really rich
Toe taggin, big baggin, automatic aimbot
Gun magging, you dragging, I don't know yo name thot
Stay nagging, you lagging, let him live for da plot
Kill that nigga, make it viral, just to put him on the spot
Choppas get you choppin
Always picking metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you choppin
Always packing metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo' pack and leave your body in there rotting
Got a strap in the back, with Glock and attach
And I run with your bitch
I be blowing the back got an AR attach, I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
And I'm counting my chips and I'm counting my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want no smoke I could promise you that
Imma spaz on the track, we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands
Banz banz banz
Fifty on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko
Goner a Walmart gay Machine Gun Kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised telly
Claiming you tough but evan bitch really
Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might
Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and I'll eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you choppin
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a deadman walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packing metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave your body in there rotting
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN DEADMAN
That Nigga dead
Fuck he said
Built like the grinch
Yeah you tipping feds
For the meds
Acting like a bitch
Yeah you is a Ned
Getting red
Neva do shit
Flipping bread
For my bread
Now I'm really rich
Toe taggin, big baggin, automatic aimbot
Gun magging, you dragging, I don't know yo name thot
Stay nagging, you lagging, let him live for da plot
Kill that nigga, make it viral, just to put him on the spot
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Writer(s): Pranav Nagarajan
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