deadly

Smoking that za, that shit got me deadly
I got a glock it hit you in your head
Nah I ain't sippin no green, it's just red
Bro got K, it gone shoot through the vest
I'm staying up, I ain't goin to bed
All of these rappers be motherfucking feds
My heart locked, just like it's a dread
Feeling like Uzi, cause my friends are dead

Life is a bitch, and she really bad
Just want the head, all she do is gag
Yeah I'm smoking on your deads this shit gas
I just took your homie and I put him in a pack
All these bitches on me, yeah they coming in a pack
All these bitches phony, yeah I leave 'em in the past
All these bitches want me and they think that I'm they dad
All this fucking money I should get a helipad, yeah
I would never switch up, but my glock do
Hit my milly rock, then grab it out my sock, fool
Make them bitches dance when they see the rocks, ooh
She said where you from, I came from the Rock boo

Smoking that za, that shit got me deadly
I got a glock it hit you in your head
Nah I ain't sippin no green, it's just red
Bro got K it gone shoot through the vest
I'm staying up, I ain't goin to bed
All of these rappers be motherfucking feds
My heart locked, just like it's a dread
Feeling like Uzi, cause my friends are dead

Pour up that drank, and then I take it to the face
Do shit my way, I don't care what she got to say
Smoking swishers back to back I'm sorry this a face
She gone throw that ass back, cause she want some cake
Rocking shows, all these hoes pop out at the rave
I'd be lying if I said they didn't want a taste
Getting ready for the tour, tatting up my sleeve
All these bitches on my dick, but my heart on my sleeve



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Writer(s): Wilson Ransom
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