DAY OF THE DEAD

It's the day of the dead when I'm rolling down your block

Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk

But I don't give a fuck cuzz I'm steady getting guap

Homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout

And when I'm tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth

Wanna see the devil then go and let a word out

I'm grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out

I ain't never need a bitch, why y'all hitting up my phone

When out making bread y'all better leave me alone

Only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong

Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

You talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do

I'll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose

I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop

And fuck yea dead homies, you'll dead wit em too

Fuck yo dead homies, i been staying a glock

9 mm take skin off yo top

Bad lil hoe, heard she was a thot

Had her give me head cause the bitch not hot

When i slide through the block

Got em chanting my name, all for the money

Gon run up the fame

Too much paper, driving me insane

So when i look at you im ready to spray

Big ak got camos up on it

Like no call of duty but she call, she want it

King of the dead so who being honest

I fuck with yo bitch and then break her like promise

We ran a train, i call the boy thomas

And we balling out, had me playing like giannis

Too much bands, can't tell what im wanting

Im king of the dead bitch who is you taunting

It's the day of the dead when I'm rolling down your block

Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk

But I don't give a fuck cuzz I'm steady getting guap

Homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout

And when I'm tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth

Wanna see the devil then go and let a word out

I'm grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out

I ain't never need a bitch, why y'all hitting up my phone