Dead Last lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
f*ck love, I don't need to give you my heart, don't bleed it
And that sh*t you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on neither
I'm super loyal, n*ggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real

[Chorus: Vory]
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just, "f*ck you," it's "f*ck everybody"
n*ggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it
They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it
Oh, yeah
Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it
Oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Vory]
n*ggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it
Act like I don't care about it
Never show my hand, what they be sayin' 'bout us
Never show the 'Gram how we be playin' 'cause I don't care about it
Chopper to the bully, when we land, that chopper near by us
n*gga be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest b*tch he had in his life, was standin' next to us
I can't even blame him, he get high-key on his camera up
'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this sh*t for regular
She f*ckin' n*ggas that's regular, I had to cut her off
My money ain't even regular, couldn't even f*ck her raw
And she know how I'm comin', she c*m every time I f*ck her hard
But every time I nut, it just be somethin' I don't trust at all
f*ck n*ggas, they'll try treat me like the underdog
'Til I pulled up on 'em in some sh*t like a three-hundred ball
Act like you don't f*ck with us, you know that we don't f*ck with y'all
And we can stand on that 'til when our mothers pull that cover off, pus*y (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Vory & Rick Ross]
Over my dead body
Ain't just, "f*ck you," it's "f*ck everybody"
n*ggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it
They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it
Oh, yeah
Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it (Uh, yes)
Oh, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Teterboro, pretty girl, she wanna see the world
Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word
Free the Lord, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin' n*ggas by landslide, it never even out
Homicides all in my eyes as long as I'm alive
Birkin bags stuffed full of hundreds, now let's count 'em out
Movin' on, n*ggas, they will do you wrong
Want a war? Little boy, you better move your mom
Headshot, please, Lord, forgive me when I air it out (Brrt)
Paid the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot
Dead and gone, if we brothers, then we better bond
If I never said, "I love you," I must've said it wrong
Sellin' dubs when we wasn't sellin' much (Woo)
When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs
I may have let you beat me to a watch (Huh)
But I'll never let you beat me to the top
[Chorus: Vory]
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just, "f*ck you," it's "f*ck everybody"
n*ggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it
They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it
Oh, yeah
Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it
Oh, yeah

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Sometimes, I wake up like, "f*ck everybody"
Every thotty that you always see in every party
Every n*gga sleepin' on me talkin' petty 'bout me
I'm your worst nightmare and you's a Freddy body
Little homie serial, he on his seventh body
BM on some sh*t, still like that new seven body
I'ma ball 'til I fall, b*tch could never guard me
Comin' short, that ain't no joke and you can't Kevin Hart me
n*ggas think they ridin' dirty, but they movin' very sloppy
Got me out here on the North, this sh*tty very oppy
Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy
pus*y very wappy, got a n*gga jewelry shopping
Scoop her in a Sunday, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me
Then got right back to it, b*tch could never stop me
I should not be taken lightly, I'm a heavy topic
And broke hoes always trippin', but it's never tropic
The Spanish mamis say, "I like you talkin' heavy, papi"
New Pharrell Louis V with the leather floppies
Pull up to the valet with the engine revin', papi
Tellin' 'em, "Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi"
Middle finger up like a Tupac picture
Middle finger up, up for who not with you
[Chorus: Vory]
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just, "f*ck you," it's "f*ck everybody"
n*ggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it
They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it
Oh, yeah
Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it
Oh, yeah