Dead By Tomorrow lyrics

[Intro]
Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?

[Chorus]
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head, b*tch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, b*tch you'll be dead by

[Verse 1]
Pull up and make me a hit on a n*gga
Keep talkin' that sh*t 'bout a n*gga
We with all that sh*t and we keep all the sticks with a n*gga
These n*ggas be really some b*tches
Been had a check on me n*gga
I been had your b*tch with me n*gga
She been had a friend with her n*gga
We been had a threesome lil n*gga
We been had lil minute, lil n*gga, like
All of this money on me, you know I got be havin' my way
All this horsepower I'm havin', can't help put speed, hit the gas and get sideways
All this attention I'm gettin', I hate take a pic, it's a pool, not a photo, uh
All these lil b*tches I'm hittin', they havin' some paper, I can't f*ck a broke ho
We do not talk in the phones, she bounce on the di*k up and down like a pogo
Pourin' up in styrofoam, I'm sippin' on drank and I doubled the Solos
The tee is Givenchy, no Polo
Diamonds dance on my chest like a go-go
Robbin' me, that's a motherf*ckin' no-no
[Chorus]
Okay I pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head, b*tch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, b*tch you'll be dead by

[Verse 2]
All of these n*ggas be lame, all of these n*ggas be hatin'
I'm whatever that come with the fame
I'm with whatever that come with my name
Poppin' a perc and whatever for pain, yeah (Derez De'Shon)
Came in the Range, yeah
Ain't got a brain, yeah
Might go insane
All of my n*ggas, they bang
Blue and red flags when I came, I know the team
Put on the chain, got a lil fame
But I still be in the trenches with robbers and killers, just doin' my thing
All of my n*ggas the same
I keep it simple and plain
Big body, switchin' the lanes
Pour up in Minute Maids
If you ain't ride or die, n*gga you dead to me
Got some n*ggas on your side who'll bring your head to me
n*ggas keep talkin' that beef, better be ready for it
I swear to God my n*ggas ridin', you'll be dead tomorrow
[Chorus]
Okay I pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head, b*tch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, b*tch you'll be dead by