Текст песни
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
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