Dead Bodies

A-lot of shit been have my mind running, I'm trying to get right
I just sent a couple Ps to me, I hope it
get back,
I ain't gotta keep the biggest stone, this bitch gon' get right,
She want me to come two in the morning, long as I fuck right
I just ate a honey and rolled a wood, I'm in my mode now,
Catch me at the Hoggies, yeah my face real good with Moe now
They said Mud, tryna let the trappers in, kick down the door now,
I just got off work, I'm off tomorrow, let's pour a four now,
Oh fuck it, pour a eight, I been duffling, Rick and Bobby, gotta shake and bake
Police got behind me, enjoy the ride, them crackers I gotta shake
I just served a guy like seven times, he always want a eight,
Damn, like cuh just cop the zip,

That's when I had learned, don't talk too much with prices, keep it zipped
I gotta plug with prices so fucking low, one play, the zip get flipped
I got a shooter, and his aim good, talk shit knock off your lips,

I been beating the pack like Mike Tyson, I ain't gotta lisp
I been out here serving everybody, I never keep a list
Dawg said he'll drink Par and Quagen up before he pour up Trish
I was fucked up at my sister house, I was tryna flip a nick
Then I moved to flipping dimes, two years later, I done bubbled up, just look at the grind
I ain't gonna lie, by 2025, the world finna be mine
A lot of niggas, dissing on Lil' Pit, Pop out so you can die

Yeah he K for P and dawg gon' K for me but I'm K for I
We gon' spin the benz, drop the addy, you know bullets gon' fly
I'ma roll the wood, just break down the gas, this a three five
Shawty thought it's Za, but thats just an opp, that nigga died
That's just and opp, that nigga died
That's just an opp, that nigga died
That's just an opp, that nigga died
That's just an opp, that nigga died
Let me roll the wood, this a three five



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Writer(s): Cleveland Smith
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