Dead Serious lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, I got Cam on the ones and twos, n*gga)

[Verse]
Huh, slide through they block, this sh*t be dry like they got menopause
They say they dogs, I'm Mike Vick, b*tch, I'll kill a dog
They cap, they don't be on they block
Wrap 'em, put 'em in a box
I rap, but still'll spin a block
She order out at Lemon Drop
I do that job, won't make no call
Got water, I'm Niagara Falls
Like Boston, I forever land
On P, I shoot at any man
These n*ggas sweet like cinnamon
This Glocky shoot at you, b*tch, it ain't on my waist, it's in my hand
You in love with her, I got that ho butt-naked in my camp
She suckin' di*k all in my phone
Like move it, b*tch, don't turn wrong
You better not make the wrong turn
On P, I get 'em all burned
On God, I make 'em all learn
Hit his car, I make 'em all swerve
Rockstar like Ozzy Osbourne
n*ggas act, they need an Oscar, dead serious
All my cars, they luxurious
The seats red just like a period
This car don't come 'til next year
In a Lam', b*tch, this a Urus
n*gga, I got so much money, I don't give a damn if she miss her period, yeah
Pull all through they block, I don't give a damn, I hit a kid, yeah
Pull all through they block, I hop out, blam, and hit my cig
Then I bend the curb and come right back around, do that again
I never asked for help, b*tch, I been on my feet just like my shins
And, n*gga, I ain't Crip, but catch him, up this chop, and hit his chin
And I ain't Asian, but I got so many chopsticks, I look like yen
I better not never catch you stealin' 'cause I ain't tryna kill my friend
I ain't tryna kill my man, but you do that, you know the sayin'
Boy, it's smoke
I can't never keep my di*k inside my pants, it's in her throat
She can't never keep my di*k outside her mouth, b*tch, you better choke
We from that block, when we see either side, I swear we make 'em float
I could've went and bought Chanel, but you know my b*tch, she like Coach
I can't hang with n*ggas, rope
I don't sell weed, b*tch, we sell dope
I don't sell bags, b*tch, we got bricks
When it's smoke, I'm in the mix
And when it's gone, still in the mist
I got my sound right, this sh*t crisp
Xho go and spin by his goddamn self, won't send a blitz
This ho stop blowin' me, sh*t annoying
I beat the block like George Foreman
On the block when it was stormin'
Had to sleep inside the trap, b*tch, I couldn't go home to my mommy
Hit a lick, if that b*tch buck, I let this Draco hit his tummy
And this Draco, it got kick
This b*tch jump like it shoot bunny
And my diamonds, this b*tch hit
He ain't gotta wait 'til it's sunny
And my baby clean as sh*t, I put Amiri on my sonny
Put ma dukes through too much sh*t, I told her, "Huh, here go a hundred"
Huh, yeah, you damn right
b*tch, I been gone, I'm catchin' flights
And I been tryna stay inside, 'cause rap be damned, I'll take a life
And, b*tch, I'm tryna live on the edge, to get to my house, you gotta hike
Xho was really in that field, but just to live, I had to strike
I had to take
I stayed in jail, couldn't catch a break
I send a blitz, n*gga, break
7.62s, sh*t hit his face
That's how the news had my whole face, n*gga