Interdead lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, woosh
(DZeus)
Beef with internet boys, dead n*ggas, f*ck the internet
(Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

[Vesre 1]
My heart is black and my veins are blue
He was gettin' run down by shanks and he got plugged in and turned into fumes (Cabbage)
Inhale that zoot
I let my jail shank E on a twos
Chinged him and I chinged myself in the thumb, I looked at my shank like, "How are you bitin' the hand that's feedin' you?" (How?)
Hand ting in a saloon
We gotta move smart in a whip, tryna spot a paigon and pop his balloon (Baow, baow, baow)
Gang bring toys to the story, it's not a cartoon
I'll leave you lookin' maroon
In jail I flew a flick knife in on a drone
The last resort man melt two blades in a tablespoon

[Chorus]
We don't keep up with the latest trends (Nah)
We spend our money on skengs
Their friend is dead and they talk on the net, that's their version of revenge (He's gone)
Like, what's goin' through their head? They're confusin' the streets with the internet (Patties)
Cyberattackin' the guys is wet, we got no respect for the inter-dead (Nerds)
Come like we got war with spiders cah them man are just stuck to the web
But they can't be spiders cah bro slapped it and he saw more than eight legs
Why the f*ck are they into the fashion? That's for the pretty girls, not the GMs (Haha)
My man got shot and bled 'cause he weren't bulletproof like 50 Cent
[Verse 2]
Stop tryna impress the civilians
Your dead friend's lookin' down from the sky sayin', "Ride for me, you idiot"
Gyal landed from Australia
Italian and she's Egyptian (Leng one)
Feds puttin' my gang on pyramids
Cah they wanna give up imprisonment
I went jail for sellin' that Heroin
f*ck, I wish they thought it was cinnamon (Free me)
My rambo gives big nasty wounds and I laugh like I watch Mo Gilligan
Me and Tiny chasin' millions
We ain't gotta post that stack and pictures, we buy a designer to show our wealth
The things we buy will f*ck up your health
Got guns for the war and guns to sell (Baow)

[Chorus]
We don't keep up with the latest trends, we spend our money on skengs (Yeah)
Their friend is dead and they talk on the net, that's their version of revenge (He's gone)
Like, what's goin' through their head? They're confusin' the streets with the internet (Always)
Cyberattackin' the guys is wet, we got no respect for the inter-dead (Patties)
Come like we got war with spiders cah them man are just stuck to the web (Always)
But they can't be spiders cah bro slapped it and he saw more than eight legs (Baow, baow, baow)
Why the f*ck are they into the fashion? That's for the pretty girls, not the GMs (Mm)
My man got shot and bled 'cause he weren't bulletproof like 50 Cent

[Verse 3]
Stop spreadin' rumours to the fans
Congratulations, they believe you and think you're bad
But if we just stick to the stats, the reality is that your friends are packs
He got red stripes on his chest and back
Them man are rivals gang like Inter, them man there are AC Milan
Keep talkin' on Snap and 'Gram (Chatty), we're not gonna reply you online (Nope)
Send me your lo', I'll buck you live
I got a blade like Wesley Snipes (Yeah)
Bro, bro caught one AM, that day you got clocked, but it weren't your time
And your reply was takin' a f*ckin' pic of a postcode sign
[Outro]
f*ckin' weirdo
Yeah
Free my f*ckin' n*gga Splash
Yeah
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