Dead Guy

[Intro]
Ahh, noo, noo, nahhh
Lil' beeezy!

[Chorus]
Where them killers at? Tell me where them robbers at
Where them niggas at the bottom banging red flags
All my niggas they some goblins tryna get your hat
They wanna get your hat, tryna leave a nigga flat

Where them killers at? Tell me where them robbers at
Where them niggas at the bottom banging red flags
All my niggas they some goblins tryna get your hat
They wanna get your hat, tryna leave a nigga flat

[Verse 1]
Straight up out the P that's where my mama raised me
But I'm straight up out the streets thats where that Glock had made me
And I was posted on [?], clutching that rod like daily
One thing I was taught was get that nigga fore' he face me
[?] walk down on that nigga with his pants down
Like thirty minutes later thats another man down
I told them niggas we wasn't playing we tryna get em off
Knock em off, kill em all, like dominos tryna knock em off
Toolie in the [?] tryna bang some
I told my brudda go spray some
No [?] test he gon lay sum
And let a nigga play that, he a dead guy
My brudda clutching on that fucking red eye
And thats gon' be another fucking homicide
And Imma leave another motherfucking mama crying
Bitch I'm really bout mine, you know I'm down to slang iron
I throw back me a K9, my bruddas tryna slide day and night
Inside its a fist fight, you come out here its a gun fight

[Verse 3]
I be [?] nigga, walking smoking dope nigga
See me bitch I'm loaded, you could catch me smoking dead guys
They want me rolling, bitch want throw me back a thirty
Imma shoot this bitch like Curry, bitch I'm aiming at your head now
My niggas coming, yeah my niggas get to dumping
All them bullets get to humming, yeah we push shit to bed now
Don't make a sound, bitch we let off a hundred rounds, yeah we really laying shit down, bitch you know you is a dead guy
And if you move, bitch I'm really going my move
While I'm clutching on my tool, bitch I really want your head now
And bitch I'm done, all my niggas really go dumb, bitch they hit you up with that drum, make your ass go call the feds now
Eeny meeny miny moe, put a tag right on his toe
Slap the opp infront his hoe, bitch play the game just how it go
Straight out the bottom, throwing up them fo's
My nigga scoring, pouring up a 4
Bitch you know I'm really thugging, bake a opp right in the oven

[Chorus]
Where them killers at? Tell me where them robbers at
Where them niggas at the bottom banging red flags
All my niggas they some goblins tryna get your hat
They wanna get your hat, tryna leave a nigga flat

Where them killers at? Tell me where them robbers at
Where them niggas at the bottom banging red flags
All my niggas they some goblins tryna get your hat
They wanna get your hat, tryna leave a nigga flat