DEAD LOCCS

[Intro: Yus Gz & Los del Rio]
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Like, grrah, smokin' all deads, new opp, new opp)
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah-grrah)
Hey Macarena (Baow-baow)
Grrah, like, every opp shot, like, grrah
Smokin' all deads (Like, what, like, how?)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah (Like)
Like, EBS (Nazzy)

[Verse]
I got a beam on the gun with a drum
Like, first one I see, bitch, I'm leaving 'em done (Grrah-grrah)
Like, oh shit, like, he can't run (Don't run)
Lil Naz in the air, now his daughter a bum
Like, JayRipK, that nigga dumb (Likе, what?)
Ok, we gon' smoke him a ton (Like)
Bobby and Charliе and Zay got bunned (Like)
Bobby and Charlie and Zay got bunned (Shh)
Like dead loccs, on the set (On the set)
Naz caught one to his head and his chest (Head and his chest)
When we spinnin', we looking for Rec (Lookin' for what?)
Bobby did bad and went out on the steps (On the steps)
R.I.P. Rah, no, they didn't even step (Nah)
When I get to flockin', I put 'em to rest
EOS, GBG, Big EBS (Big EBS)
Like, I ain't even gon' say the rest
Now, why you mad? 'Cause he gone ('Cause he what?)
Bro, they got hit and got put in a song
Diddy got shh—, now they balling alone (Like, what?)
They tryna call him, he ain't answer his phone (Nah)
They keep suckin' my dick, bet I'd lower his tone (Like)
Smoking on Zay, caught two to the dome (Grrah-grrah)
Catch a PD then fly out to Rome (Fly out the what?)
Bitch, I'm on fifty, I stay with my chrome
Smoking Mezzy, bitch, I'm deady (Like, what?)
JB confetti, by the deli
I know an opp that got poked in his belly (Like, what?)
Like Nas, bitch, I'm toting my Smelly (Smelly)
She a wetty, blow on her belly (Like, what?)
She was just with it, then go to the Telly
Like I'm gon' dump, I don't care, bitch, I'm ready (Grrah-grrah)
Ayo, Melly (Ayo, Melly)
Ayo, Mell, that's an opp right there (Like, what?)
I know brodie gon' click 'til he drop right there (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Spin through the Rey, all the cops right there (Like, what?)
I know Lotti gon' geek, go flock right there (Go flock)
Ayo, Sheemy, you a bitch
Beam on a gun, I'm gon' turn him to Rippy (Rippy)
300K, all that shit to my dick
How yo' mans ran down for hittin' a bitch? (Hittin' a bitch)
Like, when I see you, I'm boomin' you, bitch (Like, what?)
Bro off a Perky, losing his shit (He losin' his shit)
With the deuce, go coo' with the shit (Go coo' with the what?)
She feel a way then we boomin' the bitch (Boomin' the bitch)
300K, better move with this shit (Like)
Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your shit (Boomin' 'em)
300K, better move with this shit (Grrah)
Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your shit (Boomin' 'em)
Like, okay, Kay wanna play (Like, what?)
Rule number one, I can't go out like Blay
New opps, me no say
They tried to spin, now look at where he lay
Smokin' Bobby, still do to the face
I bet I could put a Flocka in his place (Like, what?)
Smokin' Trey, wait I'm late
When Jesse got shot he should've been a plate (Like, what?)

[Outro]
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Every opp shot)
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Nazzy, baow, baow)
Hey Macarena (Ay, like, every opp shot)