Bite The Dust lyrics

[Chorus]
I tell that boy to, mm, mm, mm, n*gga, bite the dust
Drive-bys, we hangin' out that window when we slide the truck
Spin, spin, I know he in the city, b*tch, let's shoot it up
f*ck that baby, f*ck that lady, I pray to God his soul I touch
Murder, murder, kill, kill, maskin' up, we drill, drill
This ain't no OG, I'm servin' cancer, this that real deal
Adderalls, A-pill, RP, real pill
Hot dread, dead man, bald heads, Dr. Phil
I start clutchin' when they stand, I forget I'm famous
Snatch this chain off who? I swear to God, b*tch, you gon' meet your maker
Naija and my mama, they been prayin' I control my anger
Know I keep this Gen 5 on my hip like I'm the Texas Ranger

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I be with members, why the f*ck you think I'm droppin' bangers?
b*tch, them boys ain't drillers, they not killers, they just entertainers
Hollow through his face, we leave him patched up like an Oakland Raider
You n*ggas ain't trappin', I been servin' like a f*ckin' waiter
Uh, uh
I been tryna lock in, I gotta spin by myself 'cause Javon's in the pen
I'm out here rollin' up L's and that's why my teachers and coaches didn't want me to win
I feel out of my skin, I feel out of my body, it ain't makin' sense
I feel out of my mind, just tryna see who the slimes just to pay off the rent
My shooters shoot shooters, smack steppers, AR came with boobies
He tender, I bend her, he beat her, we can't share that coochie
I do it, they do it, real steppers, I make gang music
Whack talk, drill talk, opp talk, b*tch, I'm so f*ckin' fluid
[Chorus]
I tell that boy to, mm, mm, mm, n*gga, bite the dust
Drive-bys, we hangin' out that window when we slide the truck
Spin, spin, I know he in the city, b*tch, let's shoot it up
f*ck that baby, f*ck that lady, I pray to God his soul I touch
Murder, murder, kill, kill, maskin' up, we drill, drill
This ain't no OG, I'm servin' cancer, this that real deal
Adderall, A-pill, RP, real pill
Hot dread, dead man, bald head, Dr. Phil
I start clutchin' when they stand, I forget I'm famous
Snatch this chain off who? I swear to God, b*tch, you gon' meet your maker
Naija and my mama, they been prayin' I control my anger
Know I keep this Gen 5 on my hip like I'm the Texas Ranger

[Verse 2]
Please don't make me psych out 'fore I switch my fire, then come through boomin'
He not trigger happy, use his fingers for his damn computer
Type of sh*t we do, if you done seen, it's like a f*ckin' movie
n*ggas see my motion, tryna clique up like some f*ckin' groupies

[Outro]
On gang