DEAD

歌詞

Yeah Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Oh, yeah, yeah Yeah Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead) I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead) I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead) Ooh, yeah My new bitch a whole mood, yeah The top floor nice, I'ma move here Fucked all her friends, she got two left Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef I'm a dog, I DM my ex She rockin' clothes from five days ago It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Brr) Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead) I put the switch on a ten (Dead) This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead) Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead) I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin' I know a killer who forcin' my hand Paid him in cash Six carat earrings, won't hear what you sayin' Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead) Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead) Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead) Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead) Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead) Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead) Fuck while she sore, she pee in the bed (Dead, dead) Her faja be liftin', I fuck her again (Dead, dead) Went on my live and I upped a mill' Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real? Butterfly nervous, put her on Chanel Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel I took a pic with a switch in the mirror Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead) I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead) I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead) But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim They still goin' ham, yeah, yeah Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam' Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims Custom interior, came with the him Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty? Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty You the reason why your friends bought new titties You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me How you ain't got no business, but you too busy? 'Fore your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty All I ever wanted was you to be true with me House up in the hills like Drew, with me Same house back in school that you drew with me We both make mistakes, but is you with me? You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me