Dead Man lyrics
by Fredo Bang
[Verse 1]
Yeah, homicide
We leave pus*y n*ggas traumatized
I'm still rappin' off his partner, f*ck the other side (f*ck that boy)
He speak on Gee, I put him down and leave his mouth wide (Yes, sir)
And tell my cousin to get out of my business
He better not pick a side (b*tch, southside)
Ten by ten (Yeah), tell the bank teller that I'm goin' in (Teller that I'm goin' in)
These n*ggas swervin', I drop a check, they tryna cash it in (Skrrt)
Osama, purgin' (Yeah), tryna put one of you b*tches in a casket early
Hit his face (Bop), do him dirty (Grr)
You can ask Smooth, back in the day, I let that b*tch bang (b*tch go bang)
n*ggas call me Blood, but I don't gangbang (Why?)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you is, I let my nuts hang (I let my nuts hang)
Hit his stomach, make him sh*t, this ain't a [?] thing (Hmm, bop, bop)
I keep killers on my line, this b*tch go, "Ring, ring" (Ring, ring)
I hit a n*gga in his face, he look like Shaw Dane (Fah, fah, fah)
I don't be kickin' it with these n*ggas, I bet I pop one (Bet I pop some)
They want a shoutout from the blogs, I'm finna shot one (I'm finna drop somethin')
[Chorus]
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman)
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
Let a n*gga rub me wrong, then he a deadman
Let's go
Deadman (Deadman), uh, deadman (Deadman)
Uh, I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman, yeah)
Deadman (Deadman), uh, deadman (Deadman)
Had a n*gga rub me wrong, then he a deadman (Deadman)
[Verse 2]
Catch him swervin', stop the whip (Ha)
b*tch, it ain't no skatin'
Drop the pack, I got him smashed (What else?)
I'm back, activated (Yeah)
f*ck him, let his mama love him (Okay)
He shouldn't have been doin' that fakin'
If he live through this for the rest of his life, he gon' need medication (Bop, bop, bop)
He was talkin' hard and now he stiff (Now he stiff)
n*gga hit him with that iron, he got a limp (Got a—Ah, ah)
If you know just like I know, you better not f*ck with us (Better not f*ck with us)
Keep your ass up in the house, we got all types of clips (Grr)
[Chorus]
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman)
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
Let a n*gga rub me wrong, then he a deadman
Let's go
Deadman (Deadman, you know I don't play with these n*ggas), deadman (Deadman)
I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman, yeah, f*ck a n*gga)
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman, uh, f*ck him and his mama)
Let a n*gga rub me wrong, then he a deadman (Deadman, let's get it)