Dead Man (feat. Drizzle & Jaydub2x)

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Lil Rod-D

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My gang-dem hop up out the cut, they tryna see like what's the word
Tryna make a hundred bands before they put me in the dirt
When I'm ridin' around with rem that boy be tweakin' off them purse
If you see me with the bros, we post it up, we stay alert

Been out play robbin' my money, I cush it up, go find a pen
I been tryna understand, why these bitches had a nigga plan
Like my gang and I won't shoot shit up and spin it, take it man
Leave it, bitch, that's where it stand, now we smokin' on his mans

Instead of smokin' on his mans, we park that pussy by surprise
Swear we made his mama cry, shoulda spoken on the guys
Don't know why did I be throw, they say I got them demon eyes
Yeah, you know we slangin' nine, big ol' bullets get the frown

On the west, that be the best, I swear I never need a vest
If I send them bros a drop, I know they bring that body back
In the field, I'm really built for this, I load it up, my tech
Them switches in the joint go trigger bad, bitch, give me my respect

Steady spinnin' on the opps, I got them boys traumatized
I'm tryna walk that nigga down, got them huns, I'm tryna flip it
Throw the alley, I'm tryna score, spin the block, I'm tryna kill him
Stop dissin' on my gang before we put you in that ground

It's a nigga walkin' out with a big ass straight gold
Nigga cap one, that's why he got his ass face closed
Nigga cap dissin', so we really had to get him
Mama cap cryin', so he really got a damn mind

Uh-huh, dead man, left that nigga red, man
Yeah, they kicked me out of school because them niggas scared, man
That lil' bitch wanna suck my dick because she like my dress, man
You doin' that cappin' on the neck like ain't one pop your head, man

Big Ole. Drake, that bih go Powe, shoot at you, I get the trippin
Say his mama got the crime, the way we left that nigga lippin
Damn, we left that nigga lippin', I'm out them purse, I get the trippin
I swear he dissin' on my name, I swear to God, I pull the trigger

I pull the trigger, I drop him dead, I put 40 right in the head
Go to the hood, smoke me some woods, I swear to God, everything good
That nigga dissin', better have a tool, when I see you, I'm gon' shoot
Yeah, big Glocks, his man crew, call me Murder Boy, I kill you

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