Deadlee

On gang
I'm ridin' 'round-
I walk down real ass-

I went the darkest way, I know it
We know what he got in his safe, he show it
Fuck nigga get in my way, I'ma blow it
Drac' can't stay with me, I just might throw it
Free my lil' bruh out the way with that sword
Nigga ass out, they get whooped with a cord
Twelve can't put me no way, that's the Lord
Told the ho push up and fuck some, I'm bored
I damn near totaled my whip tryin' to floor it
Nigga shoot a full court shot and scored
Cut a hole make a play through the screen door
Tryin' to act like she ain't goin', she a mean ho
That bitch took all the Wok, where the lean go?
They gon' step, your life get stepped on
My lil' twin just gave me a pep talk
In the dark you spooked to walk
You too deep in, you know you in ten toes
We weren't tryin' to make noise, tryin' to tip toe
My lil' partner psyched out, he got ten poles
Got the hood packed out, we got freak hoes
And I come with a nine, lil' twin gunnin' them down
Nigga got artillery got a hundred some fire
Nigga want smoke this bitch choppin' him down
Pit stop 'cause my tank always run out
Nigga ain't what they think, they ain't gun out
Took off your shiesty revealin' your image
Nigga know this shit get real, interferin'
Smoke by the gang we don't play by no rules
He ain't wanna smoke he just wants to look cool
Back then he was a wonderful dude
Big chop, you better stand down, watch out
Text a opp, told him it's time, pop out
Nigga ass cap like they out, they not out
Two twin mags I done took one down
Speakin' of cap, it looks like you're cappin'
Speak on my drip, it don't look like I'm packin'
Empty the clip man this should here be smackin'
Mask on, shiesty up for your backend
Drug house havin' Glocks on their packin'
What you mean, talkin' about give you a second?
I don't take the drug, I put the pill in a packet
Stick ready to catch a kill, it's in the back seat
All the artillery, they're for the bullseye
Ho tried to fuck some, told the ho go down
Real deal gunman, my opp get gunned down
Call from everybody else phone, she blocked me
Twelve got world war three, they're tryin' to stop me
Only thin' that stops me is spikes on the road
Nigga post up with the stick like a light pole
Stickin' 'round with an AK in some tight clothes
Fine shit don't like what I say, these typos
You know who you're dealin' with you're dealin' with a viper
Opps got somethin' comin' they're dealin' with a sniper
Too many sticks in the backseat I'm ridin' with
How you got a fye lettin' off, you how wig?
We don't split lines, we drink up the line
Ain't want to break up the pound but I did
Ghetto ho put the drugs under her wig
I don't like cold drank, get it out the fridge
Told a opp meet me in the middle of the woods
Spooked if he meet me in the middle of the hood
Drac' heavy but that Drac' havin' wood
Whole shit flooded with drugs
Opp dropped down, get filled up with slugs
Put on my drip ain't even get in no tub
Told the ho stand down the gang tryin' to bunk down
Spin 'round with the fye, this bitch havin' bunk fire
Opps in the drop, in the group chat they're playin' around
When we get drops you know it be man down
These bitches bops, I go pull my pants down
Put a lock on the racks, lock on the munyun
If I spam it's gon' spread
Make opp ho give me some head
Bitch psyched tryin' to lay in my bed
Where's the pint? I ain't pourin' no red
With the pint, young nigga start wiggin'
For the night I'ma finish on zot