Dead Off

Yeah, nigga
Nigga already know what the fuck, ayy
Nigga better stop playin, yeah
I'ma getcho ass, nigga
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)

Pull up out my mind, like my fucking top missing
I think my choppa' gay, 'cause it just wanna top niggas
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I been getting guap, nigga
Chief Keef been told us, never love a thot, nigga

Better know just what you doing
When you come this way
'Cause these niggas 'round
They itching for the kill, And they ain't come to play (bah)
Who want that beef with Dot?
Them niggas come through broad day
That money long, bitch, I can reach your ass from all ways (hmm)

Forty round, in the Drac' look like a hallway (like school)
Chase a nigga down, that was in my dog days (hmm)
My bitch damn near left me, 'cause I got some dog ways
Y'all having a get-together
We kill you on your dead dog day (stupid)
Kill 'em all, that's KTA
Kill 'em all, they all play
I don't play basketball, but nigga, I ball
Call this my ball day
Your homies fucking crash outs
They don't need lawyers, they need Allstate
Them niggas that I want, get out
I'ma make sure that they all lay

Think you gon' play with me
Bitch, you got me bent (stupid ass, nigga)
Nigga know I get retarded
Acting like I ain't got no sense (bitch ass, motherfuckin' ass)
Nigga better fall in line, 'cause niggas die for talking shit
Come through there slanging iron
If he ain't mine, then he get hit (blatt)

Broke-ass ho keep talking about me
My red bottoms cost your rent
You just wanna fuck somebody
Disgusting ho, go suck a dick (bitch)
'Cause you know just what I'm on
And ain't nobody gon' play with this
And that money ain't got no love
These niggas 'round to take a bitch
Straight up do a nigga foul, I'm talking real flagrant
I got these souls on me, bitch, you smell dead fragrances
These niggas doing plagiarism
They copy me, I hate that shit
But they can't do it how I do
I drop that bag and bank a bitch
My mama know I'm deep off in it, I got ties to all these women
I got ties to all this shit, but ties to murder, i wasn't in it
But I might just get involved, if a bitch nigga, come here fishing
Treat a nigga like mama word, take out the trash, and do the dishes

Pull on side and start hitting
They on the block, jump out, let's get it
Bitch, I feel alright tonight
What's on his head, might be a tennis
Role call, like where my killers at?
Check in, come check attendance
Never been the rules, that nigga died, 'cause he tried bending (bitch)

Stupid ass, look at you, now you twitching (yeah)
Now somebody standing over you
And they just steady blicking (bah)
Now all you see is flashes from the gun
You don't even feel it
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Stupid, it ain't never ending (boy)

Ha, nigga, I heard it's hats for sale
Shit, I know, I buy a couples, it might do me well
Check my location, I'm on the sixth, like, what I'm doing there?
Like fuck it, pull inside the bricks, I don't care who in there
.762'll knock a head off
Put that Draco in his shit, Got to the car, and then we sped off
Bit the head, that body dead, you never seen a dead talk
Cut that nigga water, dead off, we call that, dead off
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Mykhailo Metreveli, Will Boyette, Danil Kukanov, Daniel Montano
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