Deads lyrics

Verse 1: soser
We finna walk in the function
Hell nah, n**** you cannot get in (yeah)
Yall n**** not sipping Tussin
You ain’t my twin and you ain’t got a band
G19 with a red dot
That's your hoe and she keep gettin headshots
Can't see you but yeah you get shot
In the field b*tch I feel like I'm Dred Scott
Watch out he get his head shot
Your b*tch i’m getting my di*k sucked
How you shoot but you miss yeah
Pockets fat like they Rick Ross
Pockets on fat yeah they chubby
Finna grip her, my di*k in her tummy
Wipe your nose 'cause it's runny
How you “on one” but you running
Boy finna run he do track
F&N got that b*tch movin back
Run up on me leave you flat
Get put down likе a mat

Verse 2: paragroup
She wanna kick it with thе gang
Choppa it firing flames
No I don't know none of these b*tches names
I can't f*ck with you, you a lame
I got a choppa, shoot with good aim
Said that you cool asked around you a lame
I-I-I'm finna shoot with no trust
He talkin' down he get hit with the K
b*tch ima ball out, 2K
I put that word on my deads
I got a Draco with them specs
Bro are you stupid you gotta be sped
I got a .50 cal at his head
I got your bad b*tch in my bed
Bro we know that you been fed
Talkin on me send him back to his deads
Verse 3: soser
I'm finna ride with my shooter
b*tch I ride with a drac
N**** was so down bad, had no bread, had to make something shake
I was a young n****
I was so destined to get it, or I take it
You must be a dumb n****
b*tch ima pop me an X, feel like I'm in space
Can’t f*ck with no n**** that be fed
N**** try lil che
I need 100k or you dead
Heavy artillery b*tch
I got an AR with a leg
My n****s shoot and don't miss
I had him aim in at your dreads
I don't give a f*ck about sh*t
N**** I spit all on your deads

Verse 4: che
I don't give a f*ck about sh*t
XD45 stock combat with a mark two you get ripped
N-Nah I ain't signing no deal
APG why you all on my di*k
I'm the one keeping it real
She want some love told that hoe eat di*k
I heard he dead, n**** get yo mans
I'm in Eastside with lil Glo
I spend a band with my gangalangs
He get put in a bin
How you miss all of your shots
If it was me, n**** spin again
I just don't love all my thots
They be like "che can we all get in"
Verse 5: Kloutgabe
I was a young n****
I had to scam lil bro for a motherf*ckin’ stick
You must be dumb n****
If you think yo lil ass hoe gon let you hit
I-I-I got a drum n****
XD45 hit that lil n**** in his sh*t
I got a gun n****
I-I'm gon jugg his lil ass hoe for his motherf*cking Ricks
(Woo)
I don't give a f*ck about sh*t
XD45 stock combat to your mouth yeah you get ripped
I-I ain't gotta shoot that lil ass n**** he get lit
If he want a feat, my n****, it’s the same amount as yo rent

Verse 6: tyxonsmith
That boy talkin sh*t up on the net then he get clipped (yeah)
Ran in the mall and I came with your b*tch
Can't tell him sh*t
That boy is a snitch
XD45, I ain't a rookie
You got with a hoe I done hit as a cookie
I follow the money and this where it took me
Hit my n**** Chris if you wanna go book me
ACOG scope said I don't got aim I blow out ya nose
I'm in that b*tch goin' toe to toe
I'm in that Maybach, break the road (ah)
ACOG scope on me, I'm down, I'm ready to blow
b*tch I'm down to f*ck on your hoe
I know she down to ride the boat