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[Intro]
Try to f*ck me, you don't love me
Reject, crush me
Base puppet, flood the streets
Blood bleed, I got the gun in my hand
Blood bleed, I got the gun in my hand
Blood bleed, I got the gun in my hand
Making new friends isn't part of my plan
I'm the god of the damned, n*ggas saying goddamn

[Verse]
Let me demonstrate how you should do this sh*t
I p*ss on my foes with a crucifix
Clap your skin back, I go Ludacris
Toting that tool I'm going to act a fool with it
Can't find my mind as of lately I'm losing it
Cranking my veins and it's crazy I'm oozing it
Run your lips, lose your spit
Now run me that sh*t where your jewelry is
Swerving through traffic like Julius
I'm at my max b*tch, no gluteus
I am not tryna get famous, I'm fusing sh*t
n*ggas is brainless run up get your goofy split
Air out conditions and go with the cooling kit
And pick your ass up on some Uber sh*t
You just a b*tch in suit like a stewardess
I only lie in my casket I'm true to this
[Bridge]
We won't fold b*tch, this that Crow sh*t
We won't fold b*tch, this that Crow sh*t

[Outro]
Flying Dead, yuh
Flying Dead, yuh
Flying Dead, yuh
Flying Dead, yuh
Go away, yuh
Go away, yuh
Go away, yuh
Go away, yuh
The Flying Dead, yuh
The Flying Dead, yuh
The Flying Dead, yuh
The Flying Dead, yuh
Go away, yuh
Go away, yuh
Go away, yuh
Go away, yuh