Dead (Мертвый)

[Intro]
Сука блять
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah, boom
Free the Sweepers
(Spvtnik)
Better get out the way 'fore I—
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
Don't try to play with my bop when I'm throwin'
Brodie, just give me the ball if I'm open
I act a fool when I'm thinkin' 'bout bronem
Blunt in the air, don't you ask what I'm smokin'
Gutta and Matt in this blunt, what I'm rollin'
Beat on her back, I won't throw on my Trojan
Thirty clip couldn't fit in this gun that I'm holdin'
I start smackin' the gun 'cause I thought it was broken

[Verse]
Like, I got my G right when I'm on the opps
Nigga thought he was him until his body dropped
She fuck with a Sweep, we beatin' up the box
Oh, he parkin' his car? We creepin' through his lot
Tryna get down the block, the D's be on my bop
Downtown and it's hot, we beat him with the knock
If he think that he crazy, teach him what hе not
He was yellin' out, "Pah," and that's how he got flockеd
Like, I do a hit on the back of the stoley (Rackz)
I told older niggas, "You can't lil' bro me
'Cause I was outside takin' trips by my doley
And they wasn't there when I flicked on my lonely"
Why this lil' bitch tryna act like she know me?
The police run down 'cause they know that it's on me
He think that he got one, well, nigga, then show me
Like, I had to learn most of my niggas phony
Like, he got a gun, but, no, he ain't blowin'
I told niggas, "Slide," and they wasn't goin'
Was always in front with guns I was blowin'
I was shootin' my gun while niggas was trollin'
Always out in the field, would've thought I was homeless
I was uppin' out V's while them shits gettin' drove in
Put the ball down the Hill like if I'm playin' bowlin'
If we don't got the gun, then my niggas gon' poke him
Notti, Ldot, Sammy dead
'Dotty, Bobby, Tidda dead
Ratty, Gooly, Gutta dead
Reck, Nazzy, Matt Sav dead
Tay, Murk, Ray Deady dead
DooWop, Blay, KT dead
Mel, Steph, Huncho dead
Diddy, Yellow, U.E. dead
Noah, Butta, Caine dead
Stop talkin' on mine, word to bro, got me fed
Eli, BJ, Gilly shot
Kyron, D Rose, Melly shot
Neaky, Weldon, HB shot
EK, GG, Brazy shot
Ron, Boogz, Trey B shot
I know it's some more, but I probably forgot

[Chorus]
Don't try to play with my bop when I'm throwin'
Brodie, just give me the ball if I'm open
I act a fool when I'm thinkin' 'bout bronem
Blunt in the air, don't you ask what I'm smokin'
Gutta and Matt in this blunt, what I'm rollin'
Beat on her back, I won't throw on my Trojan
Thirty clip couldn't fit in this gun that I'm holdin'
I start smackin' the gun 'cause I thought it was broken

[Outro]
Like, I got my G right when I'm on the opps
Nigga thought he was him until his body dropped
She fuck with a Sweep, we beatin' up the box
Oh, he parkin' his car? We creepin' through his lot
Tryna get down the block, the D's be on my bop
Downtown and it's hot, we beat him with the knock
If he think that he crazy, teach him what he not
He was yellin' out, "Pah," and that's how he got flocked