Dead On lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Hey, oh
London on Da Track b*tch
Woah, hey
Hahaha...
Yeah

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I f*cked her quick then fast then I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass, a good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil n*gga, boy my sh*t be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Run off on a country n*gga, boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these f*ck n*gga, boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I'm playing dead, but I'm dead on you
You not a Blood, but you got red on you
And I watch my surroundings like the Feds on me
I just got me some pints on a plane I feel like I'm alien
Man, I'm so high up, I'm higher than every alien
Went from open mic to performing in the stadiums
Now all my shoes, they sponsored by Margiella Maison them
And I feel like I'm high up in the air
I got your baby shaking like a hit stick inside of there
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I f*cked her quick then fast then I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass, a good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil n*gga, boy my sh*t be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Run off on a country n*gga, boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these f*ck n*gga, boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
At 16 I caught me a felon
Influenced by the movie 'Belly'
I got on all black just like a reverend
Why these n*ggas act like Tyler Perry?
I swear I'm geeked up off these medics
Girl if you try me, your ass better be ready
Cause I swear to God, I blow one of y'all n*ggas and won't think about it
If that is your main ho, don't bring her 'round me
I was lost in a maze till somebody found me
Money for rainy days, I can't go without it
n*gga don't talk no sh*t if you not about it
My n*gga move O's, I ain't talking Audis
b*tches take off their clothes just to stand by me
Got a pocket full of stone, try'na get off them
And I went and did a song, but you sound awful
I'm way gone, swear it ain't take long
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I f*cked her quick then fast then I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass, a good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil n*gga, boy my sh*t be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Run off on a country n*gga, boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these f*ck n*gga, boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on