DĒAD 2
Yeah, he's dead, runnin' it back, two-toned stabbed you in your back
Spine gone' on to the top, fuck around get hit in the top, yeah
We up in the drop, huh
Yeah, he's dead, what, huh
Yeah, he's dead, yeah, he's dead, yeah
Bullets flyin' through the top, them steels made you drop up
Yeah, you drop, then you got hit, ha ha
Now your bitch holdin' my dick, I might just have to fuck up
Tell her to pour me a cup, yup
Sippin' on red in my cup, feelin' a whole lotta geeky uh
Makin' me act up, making me yell up
Yeah, he's dead, what, huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Called up my nigga Tu, he shouting what's the word
I told his ass, these niggas playin', dude
He told me, knives in the back, he blazin
Now it's gonna be a whole lotta niggas heart beats fading
Now I'm speedin', pull up in the scat, I feel like I'm racing
Damn my heart racing, my sweat glazing
Yeah, that nigga Tutu pulled up, we both racin
Prayin' to God that we don't need no lights
Fuck the 12, we'll shake em, yeah, we'll shake em up
Big lips, light skin she want to give me a head
I know that's his girl, but fuck it, he's dead
She wanted to suck me, she saw my neck
Lil' nigga sat down, cause he got checked
Put your fist down, nigga, you not no threat
me and Taye pulled up, yeah two big glocks
She wanna fuck, cause I got one big cock
How you talking you ain't spin the block
Stay off the porch unless you wanna meet this knock
Five, five, six, this is one big round
Headshot six feet deep in the ground
She came over, we did the ground and pound
Yeah, I better than you, and you just let you know
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh,
Yeah he's dead what huh yeah, he's dead, what huh,
Yeah he's dead, what huh yeah, he's dead what huh
Yeah, he's dead, huh huh, yeah he's dead, uh uh, yeah
G-X-T-K
G-X-T-K
(Ah ah ah)
Spine gone' on to the top, fuck around get hit in the top, yeah
We up in the drop, huh
Yeah, he's dead, what, huh
Yeah, he's dead, yeah, he's dead, yeah
Bullets flyin' through the top, them steels made you drop up
Yeah, you drop, then you got hit, ha ha
Now your bitch holdin' my dick, I might just have to fuck up
Tell her to pour me a cup, yup
Sippin' on red in my cup, feelin' a whole lotta geeky uh
Makin' me act up, making me yell up
Yeah, he's dead, what, huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh
Called up my nigga Tu, he shouting what's the word
I told his ass, these niggas playin', dude
He told me, knives in the back, he blazin
Now it's gonna be a whole lotta niggas heart beats fading
Now I'm speedin', pull up in the scat, I feel like I'm racing
Damn my heart racing, my sweat glazing
Yeah, that nigga Tutu pulled up, we both racin
Prayin' to God that we don't need no lights
Fuck the 12, we'll shake em, yeah, we'll shake em up
Big lips, light skin she want to give me a head
I know that's his girl, but fuck it, he's dead
She wanted to suck me, she saw my neck
Lil' nigga sat down, cause he got checked
Put your fist down, nigga, you not no threat
me and Taye pulled up, yeah two big glocks
She wanna fuck, cause I got one big cock
How you talking you ain't spin the block
Stay off the porch unless you wanna meet this knock
Five, five, six, this is one big round
Headshot six feet deep in the ground
She came over, we did the ground and pound
Yeah, I better than you, and you just let you know
Yeah, he's dead, what huh, yeah he's dead, what huh,
Yeah he's dead what huh yeah, he's dead, what huh,
Yeah he's dead, what huh yeah, he's dead what huh
Yeah, he's dead, huh huh, yeah he's dead, uh uh, yeah
G-X-T-K
G-X-T-K
(Ah ah ah)
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Writer(s): Tayvon Clarke
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