Dead Guy (feat. YK Baby)

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Baby Meezy

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Spin on they side a DOA, they had to bring the feds out
.556s, .223s, gon' make a nigga head hot
She wanna f*ck, I hit and leave and then I gotta sped out
FN with a Flrtt, gon' make another dead guy
Lil' mama wanna f*ck and I don't know her name
So I just pass the bitch to gang and let em' run train
Gon' make another dead guy, I don't play bout' my name
Money, guns, and ammunition, gon' step on any man
But I just gotta clap one mo', and make another dead guy
But I just gotta hop out, blat and make another head hot
FN with a scope, it ain't no missing when I come through
Bitch you can run, and you can hide
But I guarantee you, Ima' find you
Ha, spin on they side a DOA, they had to bring the feds out
.556s, .223s, gon' make a nigga head hot
She wanna f*ck, I hit and leave and then I gotta sped out
FN with a Flrtt, gon' make another dead guy
Gon' f*ck around and make a young nigga do a triple spin
Shit, all I know is step on shit, dismember many men
Gon' let it blow all at wheels, bet he won't spin again
Gon' make a couple dead guys, show em' he can't live again
Bitch I'm out my top, trying to make another dead guy
Glock equipped with a beam, shit ain't no runnin' from this red dot
Did all that reppin', ain't no reppin' when you dead huh
Bitch we deep up in that beef, so bitch don't tell me that you scared now
Spin on they side a DOA, they had to bring the feds out
.556s, .223s, gon' make a nigga head hot
She wanna f*ck, I hit and leave and then I gotta sped out
FN with a Flrtt, gon' make another dead guy
That Glock two three, came with a switch gon' make another dead guy
Bullets penetrate his head, I know that nigga head hot
.556s stop the motor, bullets rippin' through ya' shoulders
Niggas talkin' out his top, pull-up on him and leave a odor
Yea, you know them zombies out they top my nigga
Clutchin' Glocks my nigga
We was bout' twelve clutchin' a stock
Screamin' out, f*ck the cops my nigga
Ain't f*ck with school, I stayed breakin' them rules
Shit, I just know by two-thirty, I'm out that bitch clutchin' my tool
They wasn't expecting me to grow up fast, then become a gangster
Just me and gang on the block, you know we clutchin' bangers
And if a nigga out of line, I'll get Javon, for to stain em'
That nigga lost his brother, he a killer, I don't blame em'

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