Dead N****s

This the same Glock, chopper, got hit in the head with it (shit)

I can tell how he shootin', the lil' nigga scared with it (your scary ass)

Link with an opp bitch, got my gun in the bed with it (gang, big-ass Glock)

You hang with the opps, you gon' die, just bare with me (gang, just wait on him)

Beat up his ride, Backend was right there with me (you know that)

He think with his dick, now he duckin' a ten milli' (gang, his dumb ass)

Now the hoes steady yellin' out, "Drench 'em"

With them switches and Glocks, it's no limit

If my shooter keep missin', I bench him

But he walk shit down, he gon' finish

Lil' bro too hot, he don't listen

He'll probably end up with your pendant

We could go flip blocks in your trenches

Bought a brand new hot to go spin in

Chain say one-three, then you know it's us

Copped a brand new B, now we rollin' up

His OG say we bogus for dissin'

Guess the ho ain't see when he was trollin' us

Gang shit, I promote 'cause I'm with it

I ain't pushin' no peace, we gon' blow or what?

He just playin' that role for an image

We the type to come see since you wanna bluff

He the type merch on the guys, I know that he lyin', they weren't even close when he died

Ridin' with .40s and Dracs, stopped blowin' them .9 'cause we didn't score, he survived

I told my lil' killer, "Go get up closer this time," as soon as I coach him, he slide

Set up a bitch with him when them scores outside

We gon' get the lo' if he hide, gang (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Whenever it's war time, we never hide

Been rappin' a decade, I never lied (at all)

Went on my first mission, I clapped, Trap hit his ass twelve more times, but he survived (damn)

We come and slide, we hear they outside

I had a bang-out where I reside (fah)

I used to hang out with all the killers, I love to shoot and I know how to drive

I wear my hat to the left, but when shit in the hood went left, I was droppin' the 5

Whistle go off, no ref and my back against the wall, no help and I had to decide

Could I get rich of rap? Waist-deep, goin' viral on apps and I wasn't even tryin'

I stacked up bodies on all the straps, we was swappin' 'em out with whoever we find

One of the opps got whacked on live and his guys had the nerve to get back online

I know a nigga in a wheelchair cryin' 'cause we put a hollow point right in his spine (bah)

I'll blow 200K on a pendant to go to the trenches and post up shinin'

And my clique know all the sticks and Micro Dracs and switches they get on cosignin', Swerve (grr)

What 'bout the opps? They a whole bunch of dead niggas

Pull up, bounce out, I be aimin' at every nigga (come here, come here)

This the same Glock, chopper, got hit in the head with it (shit)

I can tell how he shootin', the lil' nigga scared with it (your scary ass)

Link with an opp bitch, got my gun in the bed with it (big-ass Glock)

You hang with the opps, you gon' die, just bare with me (just wait on him)

Beat up his ride, Backend was right there with me (you know that)

He think with his dick, now he duckin' a ten milli' (his dumb ass)

If you ain't got no mun-yun, we can't do none-yun

If you ain't got no mun-yun, you can't even have fun-yun