Dead Serious Songtext
(Yeah, I got Cam on the ones and twos, nigga)
Huh, slide through they block, this shit be dry like they got menopause
They say they dogs, I'm Mike Vick, bitch, I'll kill a dog
They cap, they don't be on they block
Wrap 'em, put 'em in a box
I rap, but still'll spin a block
She order out at Lemon Drop
I do that job, won't make no call
Got water, I'm Niagara Falls
Huh, slide through they block, this shit be dry like they got menopause
They say they dogs, I'm Mike Vick, bitch, I'll kill a dog
They cap, they don't be on they block
Wrap 'em, put 'em in a box
I rap, but still'll spin a block
She order out at Lemon Drop
I do that job, won't make no call
Got water, I'm Niagara Falls
Like Boston, I forever land
On P, I shoot at any man
These niggas sweet like cinnamon
This Glocky shoot at you, bitch, it ain't on my waist, it's in my hand
You in love with her, I got that ho butt-naked in my camp
She suckin' dick all in my phone
Like move it, bitch, don't turn wrong
You better not make the wrong turn
On P, I get 'em all burned
On God, I make 'em all learn
Hit his car, I make 'em all swerve
Rockstar like Ozzy Osbourne
Niggas act, they need an Oscar, dead serious
All my cars, they luxurious
The seats red just like a period
This car don't come 'til next year
In a Lam', bitch, this a Urus
Nigga, I got so much money, I don't give a damn if she miss her period, yeah
Pull all through they block, I don't give a damn, I hit a kid, yeah
Pull all through they block, I hop out, blam, and hit my cig Then I bend the curb and come right back around, do that again
I never asked for help, bitch, I been on my feet just like my shins
And, nigga, I ain't Crip, but catch him, up this chop, and hit his chin
And I ain't Asian, but I got so many chopsticks, I look like yen
I better not never catch you stealin' 'cause I ain't tryna kill my friend
I ain't tryna kill my man, but you do that, you know the sayin'
Boy, it's smoke
I can't never keep my dick inside my pants, it's in her throat
She can't never keep my dick outside her mouth, bitch, you better choke
We from that block, when we see either side, I swear we make 'em float
I could've went and bought Chanel, but you know my bitch, she like Coach
I can't hang with niggas, rope
I don't sell weed, bitch, we sell dope
I don't sell bags, bitch, we got bricks
When it's smoke, I'm in the mix
And when it's gone, still in the mist
I got my sound right, this shit crisp
Xho go and spin by his goddamn self, won't send a blitz
This ho stop blowin' me, shit annoying
I beat the block like George Foreman
On the block when it was stormin'
Had to sleep inside the trap, bitch, I couldn't go home to my mommy
Hit a lick, if that bitch buck, I let this Draco hit his tummy
And this Draco, it got kick
This bitch jump like it shoot bunny
And my diamonds, this bitch hit
He ain't gotta wait 'til it's sunny
And my baby clean as shit, I put Amiri on my sonny
Put ma dukes through too much shit, I told her, "Huh, here go a hundred"
Huh, yeah, you damn right
Bitch, I been gone, I'm catchin' flights
And I been tryna stay inside, 'cause rap be damned, I'll take a life
And, bitch, I'm tryna live on the edge, to get to my house, you gotta hike
Xho was really in that field, but just to live, I had to strike
I had to take
I stayed in jail, couldn't catch a break
I send a blitz, nigga, break
7.62s, shit hit his face
That's how the news had my whole face, nigga
On P, I shoot at any man
These niggas sweet like cinnamon
This Glocky shoot at you, bitch, it ain't on my waist, it's in my hand
You in love with her, I got that ho butt-naked in my camp
She suckin' dick all in my phone
Like move it, bitch, don't turn wrong
You better not make the wrong turn
On P, I get 'em all burned
On God, I make 'em all learn
Hit his car, I make 'em all swerve
Rockstar like Ozzy Osbourne
Niggas act, they need an Oscar, dead serious
All my cars, they luxurious
The seats red just like a period
This car don't come 'til next year
In a Lam', bitch, this a Urus
Nigga, I got so much money, I don't give a damn if she miss her period, yeah
Pull all through they block, I don't give a damn, I hit a kid, yeah
Pull all through they block, I hop out, blam, and hit my cig Then I bend the curb and come right back around, do that again
I never asked for help, bitch, I been on my feet just like my shins
And, nigga, I ain't Crip, but catch him, up this chop, and hit his chin
And I ain't Asian, but I got so many chopsticks, I look like yen
I better not never catch you stealin' 'cause I ain't tryna kill my friend
I ain't tryna kill my man, but you do that, you know the sayin'
Boy, it's smoke
I can't never keep my dick inside my pants, it's in her throat
She can't never keep my dick outside her mouth, bitch, you better choke
We from that block, when we see either side, I swear we make 'em float
I could've went and bought Chanel, but you know my bitch, she like Coach
I can't hang with niggas, rope
I don't sell weed, bitch, we sell dope
I don't sell bags, bitch, we got bricks
When it's smoke, I'm in the mix
And when it's gone, still in the mist
I got my sound right, this shit crisp
Xho go and spin by his goddamn self, won't send a blitz
This ho stop blowin' me, shit annoying
I beat the block like George Foreman
On the block when it was stormin'
Had to sleep inside the trap, bitch, I couldn't go home to my mommy
Hit a lick, if that bitch buck, I let this Draco hit his tummy
And this Draco, it got kick
This bitch jump like it shoot bunny
And my diamonds, this bitch hit
He ain't gotta wait 'til it's sunny
And my baby clean as shit, I put Amiri on my sonny
Put ma dukes through too much shit, I told her, "Huh, here go a hundred"
Huh, yeah, you damn right
Bitch, I been gone, I'm catchin' flights
And I been tryna stay inside, 'cause rap be damned, I'll take a life
And, bitch, I'm tryna live on the edge, to get to my house, you gotta hike
Xho was really in that field, but just to live, I had to strike
I had to take
I stayed in jail, couldn't catch a break
I send a blitz, nigga, break
7.62s, shit hit his face
That's how the news had my whole face, nigga
