Dead n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Gangsta Blac & Koopsta Knicca]
Lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now-, dead, a n*gga dead
It's in my f*ckin' head

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
I see you dipping out like a little ho to your clique
When I see you in the flesh, you flinch
Fronting like a bucky with a fake gold chain and a rented whip
Never had me convinced
I went from trying to getting attention
Applause
Now b*tches be posting my pics
Keep a long way from a long work day
At a pet shop picking up animal sh*t
Killa C bringing the phonk and my team only got cliqued up with f*cking killers
I don't do a god damned thing to block out the evil thoughts that's taking control of me still I'm
A dirty young kid with a wish for death but I'm a schema like a motherf*cking villain
Poltergeist
Torture your thoughts
Are you seeing sh*t walking on the ceiling? (ceiling)
[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Koopsta Knicca]
Lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now-, dead, a n*gga dead
It's in my f*ckin' head

[Verse 2: Moba Dark]
Schemaboyys a bunch a dudes and we don't give a f*ck
Them bullets hit you in the tummy have you leaking stuff
I'm hanging 'round with GHOSTE and Killa, I suggest you duck
We'll put that barrel in his mouth and made that homie suck
I know a bunch of motherf*ckers think this sh*t's a joke
Now you be laughing when I hit you with the pistol smoke
I'm Moba Dark from Indiana, came up selling dope
I'm Moba Dark from Indiana, I'm still selling dope

[Verse 3: DJ Killa C]
Back in the day with the n*ggas ride
Killa C wanted for lyrical homicide
Call me satan the way a n*gga be spittin' fire
I'm sittin' back in the cut and straight gettin' high
As I'm loading my strap, c*cking my gat
On the scene, relaxed, ready for the attack
Don't react when that n*gga killed [?]
Put you deep in the ground for runnin' your f*cking yap
SCHEMA be the motherf*cking posse
Sendin' my demons out to them n*ggas that always be tryn'a copy
Y'all n*ggas got me f*cked up
Thinking I'mma put this car in reverse then buck, buck
n*gga test your luck
You already know what's up
[?] with your b*tch, sippin' on a double cup
I be raising hell with the automatic, leave a n*gga tragic
Leave a n*gga [?] magician workin' his magic, b*tch!
[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Koopsta Knicca]
Lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now-, dead, a n*gga dead
It's in my f*ckin' head
Lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong