Dead Songtext

She wanna suck on my dick for the bread
She wanna suck on my dick for the bread
Yeah, Your bitch wanna suck on my dick, I'm fuckin' your bitch (Mhm)
She want the sloppy seconds, and you wanna talk shit
Motherfucker, you a fed, yeah, fuck you, you a fed
Motherfucker, you a fed, I just-uh, I just shoot him in the head
Yeah, he dead, Anto don't give no fuck, yeah, Anto don't give no fuck, I might get the bread
Anto don't give no fuck, I'm a shoot his head (Bow, bow)
Yeah, I'm a shoot his head, I'm a shoot his head, I'm a shoot his head, I'm a do it again, I'm a do it again
Anto on this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, Anto on this shit, I'm a-I'm a fuck on your girlfriend, now that's the end
Fucked your bitch and I spend, fucked your bitch in the head, fucked your bitch in the mhm, in her bed

From the streets to the stage, we bring the heat, no doubt
Gotta watch your back, 'cause the opps always lurkin' about
Movin' in silence, we move like a shadow in the night
Stay strapped, ready to blast, we ain't afraid to fight
Drillin' through the beats, we bring the raw and the gritty
Every bar hits hard, leave 'em shook in the city
We rep the block, the hood, where the struggle is real
Survival of the fittest, we grindin' for the deal No time for fakes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't really like fake friends
I don't really fuck with that
I'm shootin' at his head, shoot him and he dead
Shoot him and he dead, shoot him and he dead