DEAD

Yeah

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead

She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through

I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside

'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)

Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top

Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)

Ooh, yeah

My new bitch a whole mood, yeah

The top floor nice, I'ma move here

Fucked all her friends, she got two left

Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'

I'm a dog, I DM my ex

She rockin' clothes from five days ago

It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (brr)

Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (dead, dead, dead)

I put the switch on a ten (dead)

This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (dead, dead)

Bitch, get your feet out the bed (dead, dead)

I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'

I know a killer who forcin' my hand

Paid him in cash

Six carat earrings, won't hear what you sayin'

Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (dead, dead)

Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (dead, dead)

Gave her a Lamb' like bury your Benz (dead, dead)

Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)

Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)

Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)

Fuck while she sore, she pee in the bed (dead, dead)

Her faja be liftin', I fuck her again (dead, dead)

Went on my live and I upped a mill'

Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?

Butterfly nervous, put her on Chanel

Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri

She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel

I took a pic with a switch in the mirror

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through

I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside

'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)

Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top

Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)

But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla

But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah

Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim

They still goin' ham, yeah, yeah

Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em

Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams

Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'

Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims

Custom interior, came with the him

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty

Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?

Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey

Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey

You don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty

You the reason why your friends bought new titties

You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me

Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me

When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me

How you ain't got no business, but you're too busy?

'Fore your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty

All I ever wanted was you to be true with me

House up in the hills like Drew, with me

Same house back in school that you drew with me

We both make mistakes, but is you with me?

You know I'm crazy, but you're crazy glued to me

You know I'm crazy, but you're crazy glued to me

You know I'm crazy, but you're crazy glued to me

You know I'm crazy, but you're crazy glued to me