Dead Guys

[Vese: BOY FLOSS]
Yeah
Count my bread, Count my bread, run it up
Count my bread I want guap, want it all
Yeah yeah, came in that bitch and I'm serving the Glock
Came in that bitch & I’m toting the Glocks
Walk in that bitch and I'm selling the rocks
Came in that bitch and she drinking Ciroc
Diamonds on wrist & pinky feel like God
She popping molly & perc oh my god
Diamonds on your wrist they look funny
They fake they fake they fake
Came In that bitch and they fake, they fake
They don't show love no, They don’t show love no

[Verse: 7heo]
Counting all these dead guys my wrist & my neck shine
Posted w/ the same guys I could never switch now
I don't want my phone to die my plug on the other line
Your hoe on my main line talking about she trying to slide
Henny bottles getting popped no I do not diddy bop
New drop out the titty shop it go down like Yung Joc
Instagram bitch we live bitch so you can see the vibe
Instagram bitch we live bitch so you can see the vibe

[Verse: NICK PROSPER]
Oh, Oh snap I got guap in my back pocket yeah
I got VVS in my gold locket yeah
Bitches wanna top me yeah
I might drop top it yeah
I might show stop it... yeah
What do they want from me, What do they want from me
Shining yeah I go, yeah I go
Take a flight to Dubai to fuck a hoe
Take a flight to get some ice from the North Pole