Dead Guys lyrics

Count the dead guys
Look like Bed Stuy
This a red eye
They ain’t even outside
I don’t like how they actin’
I don’t like how they actin’
Tell a n**** get up in traffic
N**** they be rappin’
I’m in traffic trappin rappin’ plastic
Hop up out the cut
Late night I’mma let you have it
Sound like where the f*cking concert
Without they f*cking clapping
Tool on me in a trench coat
I look like GoGo Gadget
I just put a 50 on my glizzy
Don’t tote 44 magnum
I done put a switch not a 50 off automatic
N**** I ain’t ready for war
Matter of fact n*** I ain’t beefin’ with n**
I’d rather go f*ck on his whore
(They doin bad, anyway)

N** ain’t know I ain’t flexin’
Ask about a n**** I’m steppn
YL like 6’2
But the f & n like 5’7
I go Sinclair before I go Giuseppe
I go lay down before I go to tellin
Box em up, send em to heaven
Rappin’ this brick like a present
Rappin’ the brick
Stampin the brick
N**** play round w this sh*t
Swear to god this over with
Hop out a n**** get hit
N**** be rapping
N** ain’t sliding
N** be clappin on sh*t
My n*** get active and sh*t
f*ckin this b*tch her ass so fat
I f*ck from the back, it sounds like I’m slapping the b*tch
Ridin’ with scope sticks, beans and sh*ts
I’m on some tactical sh*t
She tryna act mean but I know a b*tch is extra and sh*t
She got on her knees so she find out I get racks and sh*t
I can’t f*ck with the team cause it’s filled with rats and sh*t
Please don’t intervene, tryna come between my pack and sh*t
Pull up clear the scene, n*** make everybody go pat they sh*t
They know who I be Double SS, we gon’ smack the sh*t
Count the dead guys
Look like Bed Stuy
This a red eye
They ain’t even outside
I don’t like how they actin’
I don’t like how they actin’
Tell a n** get up in traffic