Dead Guys lyrics

[Vese: BOY FLOSS]
Yeah
Count my bread, Count my bread, run it up
Count my bread I want guap, want it all
Yeah yeah, came in that b*tch and I'm serving the Glock
Came in that b*tch & I’m toting the Glocks
Walk in that b*tch and I'm selling the rocks
Came in that b*tch and she drinking Ciroc
Diamonds on wrist & pinky feel like God
She popping molly & perc oh my god
Diamonds on your wrist they look funny
They fake they fake they fake
Came In that b*tch and they fake, they fake
They don't show love no, They don’t show love no


[Verse: 7heo]
Counting all these dead guys my wrist & my neck shine
Posted w/ the same guys I could never switch now
I don't want my phone to die my plug on the other line
Your hoe on my main line talking about she trying to slide
Henny bottles getting popped no I do not diddy bop
New drop out the titty shop it go down like Yung Joc
Instagram b*tch we live b*tch so you can see the vibe
Instagram b*tch we live b*tch so you can see the vibe


[Verse: NICK PROSPER]
Oh, Oh snap I got guap in my back pocket yeah
I got VVS in my gold locket yeah
b*tches wanna top me yeah
I might drop top it yeah
I might show stop it... yeah
What do they want from me, What do they want from me
Shining yeah I go, yeah I go
Take a flight to Dubai to f*ck a hoe
Take a flight to get some ice from the North Pole