Deceased

[Intro]
Aye, aye, woo!
Lil Tyler
Aye

[Chorus]
Shot him point blank, now he deceased
What you make in a week on me
They just mad they can't hang with me
Glock on me now she wanna bang me
Smoking this dope got me lazy
He pulled out the Glock, but it ain't phase me
I'm in the stu with a Glock on me
Know they hate me, they fake homie

[Verse]
I cannot stop, til I got as much money as Jay Z
I just be relaxin', cause I put a xan in me
I just dropped that shit, inside of an iced tea
With Icey looking icey
Bad hoe lick me like ice cream
I had that bitch on her knees
She wanna make a flick with me
But I ain't with that shit
I told that bitch no
Yeah, I really gotta go
Me and bro on the road
Used to trap, out the Toyota Corolla
Bro used to use a Motorola, now he gone buy a rollie
12 can't control me, and I do not sell no g's
Please buy an O or more please, druggie bitch on the morphine
She want more that bitch a fiend
Light the wood now I'm puffin'
You don't sell you just bluffin'
You do that shit for the rap
I don't do it for the rap
I really did it in the trap
And some of y'all be snitchin', man, y'all really be some rats
If I catch you out in public, I'm a take your shit, give me that, aye
Since 13 I been smoking on gasoline
My bro got a 30, but he 16
Dirty hoe tryna get some sex from me
If you not bad, then I can't smash, you gotta leave

[Chorus]
Shot him point blank, now he deceased
What you make in a week on me
They just mad they can't hang with me
Glock on me now she wanna bang me
Smoking this dope got me lazy
He pulled out the Glock, but it ain't phase me
I'm in the stu with a Glock on me
Know they hate me, they fake homie