Dead Rappers lyrics

[Intro: OT7 Quanny and NR Boor]
n*gga, what you want
We just bought a Glock with a switch and a drum
And a beam and a drum and a beam on it
Yeah, n*gga, what

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
Yeah my pocket look like Stewie
Yeah my jacket Louie (no bap)
Young n*ggas, yeah we ruthless, pull up and we shootin (no cap)
You got n*ggas turnt up, you gon make him catch a body through these headphones
You got n*ggas turnt up, you gon make him catch a body through these headphones
How you tellin on your brothers? Boy you dead wrong
We gon kill a opp and go p*ss on his headstone
n*gga make a diss track, he a dead rapper
Why you act like we ain't the reason you got ya mans tatted?
"Why you keep on doin dirt?" they say crime pays
North n*gga, flip phone, thick his pockets Rod Wave
I only want the head, ya panties they ain't comin off
FN bullets make that n*gga do a somersault (big flips)
And this sh*t off the top, don't need no pen and pad
Lil Quanny from the trenches, my mom like my dad
We make n*ggas jump the fence when them shots fly
Hold up that boy want smoke, fry em like he Popeyes
Yeah this Glock got a beam, this b*tch got eyes
You want smoke with them steppas, n*gga uh uh
Sippin on this Wock, sh*t I'm movin like a Popeye
n*gga you a pus*y and ya man a rat, y'all Tom and Jerry
When it's time to slide, nobody ride, you n*ggas scary
Him and him, different bodies, brodie this sh*t vary
Him and him, different bodies, brodie this sh*t vary
n*ggas b*tches, man you n*ggas act like Tyler Perry
n*ggas b*tches, man you n*ggas act like Tyler Perry
Him and him and him
Hold up (smoked his ass, n*gga)
[Verse 2: NR Boor]
Yeah, we just filled a clip with RIP's
We just put a 50 in the glizzy, make a scene
We tryna catch a new opp, make that n*gga bleed
Give that boy a headshot, uh, put that n*gga to sleep
We don't do no hidin out, my n*gga we out all night
Hit that n*gga top and send his soul up like a f*ckin kite
Brodie off a pill, he tryna kill, I tell em "not tonight"
We turned down a deal, it ain't bout M's then what you talkin bout?
We just tryna chill, if she ain't f*ckin then she gettin out
Woah, what's all that dissin bout?
Man he crippled now
Brodie caught a case and he came home and put that pistol down
We get busy now, ain't no b*tchin out
She sucked this di*k up, ate my kids it ain't no kissin now
Ain't no kissin now
We get busy now, ain't no b*tchin out
Caught a case and he came home and put that pistol down