Dead or Alive
Straight up
Nah, ah Uh
You know we gone count this shit up correctly right
Lol
Stop playing with us man
This shit official Nigga
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
Yeah they said I'm living to fast
But I like to get to the bag
And it's like 10 of us, we doing 10 a head
Nigga you do the math
You better not lack, you grass
Last time he ran fast
But this time, imma make sure I walk em down
And put the belt on ya ass
On the opp block putting up shots
And I still got my Glock
And they think I signed a deal
Still in the projects whipping the pot
All these bitches want money and cock
Imma smile in my mugshot (yup)
Nigga that's how I rock
Reach for my chain, you on fox
My bitch hate when I sip wock
And I'm a gangster, just like my pop
You won't get away from the chop
And I'm aiming straight for your top
They can't take my status from me
Yeah my bitch is bad as can be
And we wearing Patek Philippe's
Yeah I get the package for cheap
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
Yeah, hurry (hurry)
I'm off the perk and my vision is blurry
(I'm off the perk and my vision is blurry)
When they see the shooters, the bitches don't worry
I'm eating food, and the chicken is curry
Money to big, it can't fit in the cubby
I left for a year, I was getting this money
Free the Slat, I still listen to Thuggy
I'm from the city of Gods (I'm from the city of Gods)
You from the city of frauds huh?
Me and that boy in the same room together
To me, it feel really bizarre
You don't like tension, then chill in the car
It might go down if they grilling the boy
My hand hurting, cause I hit em to hard
But I got money, so I get it massaged, look
Huh, Yeah (yeah) I'm a million dollar gangster
(I'm a million dollar gangster)
I'm only worried bout that paper
Them niggas that's with me
Then niggas is takers
He catch that body, I give 'em a acre
25 thousand, the ring on my finger
The shit is a glacier (that shit is a glacier bitch)
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
All this violence on my mind, a get you higggghhhh
All this money on me now, nigga I ain't liiiieeeeeeee
Talking all that cold cash and ain't get shot yet
Selling all this dope raw, and ain't get popped yet
All this pussy on me, naw naw I ain't stop yet
I was just fucking all of her friend
And I ain't get caught yet
I got murder money on me babygirl, right now
I can get one of these fuck niggas killed baby right now
Watch your mouth, better yet my Nigga just go be silent
X you out, you know what we on
You know what we bout
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
Nah, ah Uh
You know we gone count this shit up correctly right
Lol
Stop playing with us man
This shit official Nigga
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
Yeah they said I'm living to fast
But I like to get to the bag
And it's like 10 of us, we doing 10 a head
Nigga you do the math
You better not lack, you grass
Last time he ran fast
But this time, imma make sure I walk em down
And put the belt on ya ass
On the opp block putting up shots
And I still got my Glock
And they think I signed a deal
Still in the projects whipping the pot
All these bitches want money and cock
Imma smile in my mugshot (yup)
Nigga that's how I rock
Reach for my chain, you on fox
My bitch hate when I sip wock
And I'm a gangster, just like my pop
You won't get away from the chop
And I'm aiming straight for your top
They can't take my status from me
Yeah my bitch is bad as can be
And we wearing Patek Philippe's
Yeah I get the package for cheap
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
Yeah, hurry (hurry)
I'm off the perk and my vision is blurry
(I'm off the perk and my vision is blurry)
When they see the shooters, the bitches don't worry
I'm eating food, and the chicken is curry
Money to big, it can't fit in the cubby
I left for a year, I was getting this money
Free the Slat, I still listen to Thuggy
I'm from the city of Gods (I'm from the city of Gods)
You from the city of frauds huh?
Me and that boy in the same room together
To me, it feel really bizarre
You don't like tension, then chill in the car
It might go down if they grilling the boy
My hand hurting, cause I hit em to hard
But I got money, so I get it massaged, look
Huh, Yeah (yeah) I'm a million dollar gangster
(I'm a million dollar gangster)
I'm only worried bout that paper
Them niggas that's with me
Then niggas is takers
He catch that body, I give 'em a acre
25 thousand, the ring on my finger
The shit is a glacier (that shit is a glacier bitch)
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
All this violence on my mind, a get you higggghhhh
All this money on me now, nigga I ain't liiiieeeeeeee
Talking all that cold cash and ain't get shot yet
Selling all this dope raw, and ain't get popped yet
All this pussy on me, naw naw I ain't stop yet
I was just fucking all of her friend
And I ain't get caught yet
I got murder money on me babygirl, right now
I can get one of these fuck niggas killed baby right now
Watch your mouth, better yet my Nigga just go be silent
X you out, you know what we on
You know what we bout
Look, Dead or alive (I swear)
They want em dead or alive
I got to popping the pill
The quicker the kill
The quicker the find
Lor cuz gripping that fire
Painting this bitch all blue we cruddy
Styrofoam filled up, my shit muddy
Got the drop on a nigga, you know we study
Hop on a nigga you know we certi
Money on top, you know it's murder
Extend that glock, you know it's a 30
Ride on a opp, you know it's a hurry
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Writer(s): Joel Montgomery
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