Dead Homies lyrics

[Intro: White John]
Do this sh*t for my dead homies
Do this sh*t for my dead homies
OMB, you know what the f*ck going on, stop playing with me (b*tch, f*ck 'em)
Mister f*ck LAPD, okay, though (b*tch, f*ck 'em)
(Who is FortWoe? And that's it)
b*tch, f*ck 'em

[Chorus: White John]
No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me)
Riding 'round, smoking on the opps' dead homies (Still smoking on the opps)
I do this sh*t for my dead homies (I do this sh*t for the dead gurbs)
I know they think I'm Damu with this red on me (I know they think I'm Damu)
No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me)
Riding 'round, smoking on the opps' dead homies (Smoking on the opps)
I do this sh*t for my dead homiеs
I know they think I'm Damu with this red on me (b*tch)

[Verse 1: White John]
Riding 'round, smoking on thе opps' dead homies
Man, that dog too clean, put some fent' on it
Water in my ear, three months rent on 'em
Party on the opp blocks, throw events on 'em
I give a f*ck about the vests on 'em
F&N break through the vest, won't have a neck on 'em
P90X, still muscle up, I'm finna flex on 'em
Nike garb, the white gurb, he got a check on him
This a gunfight, you brought a knife
The .45 end your life
Took your dead homie's life
Yeah, f*cking on your dead homie's wife, b*tch
[Chorus: White John & OMB Peezy]
No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me)
Riding 'round, smoking on the opps' dead homies (Still smoking on the opps)
I do this sh*t for my dead homies (I do this sh*t for the dead gurbs)
I know they think I'm Damu with this red on me (I know they think I'm Damu)
No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me)
Riding 'round, smoking on the opps' dead homies (Smoking on the opps)
I do this sh*t for my dead homies (Peezy)
I know they think I'm Damu with this red on me (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Ayy, who want to go to war, ho?
Chopper bullets ripping through your torso (Grah)
Bust a n*gga sh*t like it's carpal (For real)
Ayy, why you at the store for? (What?)
Getting to the bag, can go to war bro (Bag)
Brand new Glock, just bought a carload
I'm clutching it the second time that car roll by (Who that is?)
And they know they best bet is to hop out busting with that fire
You better not do no drive-by, we gon' flip your whole car, f*ck some tires (Baow)
Ran up on me, I would have did something to player
I'm in the backroom with like one, two, or three hoes (For real)
I was broke, but in twenty-four hours, we done kicked like three doors
I be on some big sh*t, you can't fit in these clothes
Caught a opp n*gga slipping, he could have died and he know
Know they think I'm Damu, try who? Leave you bloody
We leave him crippled like we jumped his ass in, but we ain't touch him
Peezy walked up in the door, clutching his Glock, mean mugging
b*tch, I'm sleeping, you can take your ass home and we ain't f*cking
It's Peezy