DEAD (Jew Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah
f*ckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, sh*t over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
f*ckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young n*gga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with thеse diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't bе playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
Ooh, yeah
My new b*tch a whole mood, yeah
The top floor nice, I'ma move here
f*cked all her friends, she got two left
Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'
I'm a dog, I DM my ex
She rockin' clothes from five di*ks ago
It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Brr)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Future]
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my b*tch understand (Dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (Dead)
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)
b*tch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, won't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)
b*tch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)
b*tch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)
f*ck while she sore, she pee in the bed (Dead, dead)
Her faja be liftin', I f*ck her again (Dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you f*ck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put her on Chanel
Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with a switch in the mirror
[Chorus: Future]
f*ckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young n*gga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 3: Future, Ty Dolla $ign]
But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
They still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams
Tyson breakin' sh*t down for the fam'
Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you f*ck him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty
You the reason why your friends bought new titties
You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me
Found out you f*cked a n*gga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
And I still keep some Jews with me
Management? Nah, I only let 'em do my jewelry
Hey, you could hold my jewels for me
She stingy with the pus*y, hey, baby why you Jew-ing me?
She stingy with the pus*y, hey, baby why you Jew-ing me?
I'm an accountant, I love counting, maybe it's the Jew in me
I got a-a—, maybe it's a Jew in me
May-maybe it's the Jew in me
All sons of Abraham, huh?
So what that mean really? That mean like we all— we all Jew, huh?
So, "-ish" is like that of a Jew
So that mean— maybe, maybe, maybe—
Maybe, maybe we run this motherf*cker
This our motherf*cker, this our motherf*cker
Just possi-bi-bly, we run this motherf*cker
This country's our f*cker, this country's our—
Why my grandma forgot?
[?], uh, uh [?] ho, uh uh
[?], mmh, mmh, [?], mmh, mmh
[?], ooh, ooh
Maybe it's the Jew in me
(I don't know, some—something that— feel me? It's an opportunity)
Let me take this opportunity, uh
Then make my lies opportunity
I'm too big for y'all to kill me
Every day, man, y'all feel me
Y'all gon' mess with the real me
Y'all got something, but would you [?] me?
f*ck on something, y'all hear me?
Everybody gon' feel me
The whole world, they feel me
Jewelry
The whole world, they feel me
Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me
I know you n*ggas scared, I don't blame you
I was where you was at, I was the same you
I was the man too, worried 'bout the fame, dude
Worried 'bout what that name do
I know what that pain do
I know what that fame do, I know how it controls you
I know about that bank account, I know how it holds you
Look at what your soul do, jumpin' out my body though
Jumpin' out my Audi though, jumpin' out the Bugatti, ho
Jumpin' out the new body, yo
You know [?] in the [?], yo
Thottie-ah, body-ah, body-ah, ah-ah-dy-ah
Most [?] with nobody, ah
Like dun-dun-dun, but where Saudi at?
Copy at where nobody at
Every n*gga rap is a copycat, rat
Every n*gga rap is a copycat, rat
Every n*gga rap is a copycat, rat
Every n*gga rap is a copycat, rat
Every n*gga not—, nah, copy that
f*ck, you a b*tch, f*ck a— hah—nah, that's—