Dead Lyrics

All of my diamonds they wet, wet, wet

One phone call and he dead, dead, dead

Talk to the cops they fed, fed, feds

I'm on the grind get a check, check, check

Coming for me at your neck, neck, neck

Onto my choppa a threat, threat, threat

Bitch in the crib gimme head, head, head

Choppa at him eat the lead, lead, lead

All of my diamonds they wet, wet, wet

One phone call and he dead, dead, dead

Talk to the cops they fed, fed, feds

I'm on the grind get a check, check, check

Coming for me at your neck, neck, neck

Onto my choppa a threat, threat, threat

Bitch in the crib gimme head, head, head

Choppa at him eat the lead, lead, lead

Freaky ass bitch she wanna get pegged

Haters annoying, yeah all of them meg

(Shut up meg)

See now I told you

He on the streets so now bouta' fold you

Keep it a buck I'm not gonna hold you

Fucking your bitch and I'm not gonna hold you

Shorty a thot, yeah she getting ran through

look at my bars, yeah they getting ran through

Pull up at saks and I'm hitting my stizzy

Listen to Yeat, he calling me twizzy

Smoking on gas and It's making me dizzy

Shut up already and go ahead kiss me

I got some lean and I got some soda

Keep me a blade I ain't talking Yoda

Ride in a tonka, you ride in corolla

I'm getting icy, the weather get colder

All of my diamonds they wet, wet, wet

One phone call and he dead, dead, dead

Talk to the cops they fed, fed, feds

I'm on the grind get a check, check, check

Coming for me at your neck, neck, neck

Onto my choppa a threat, threat, threat

Bitch in the crib gimme head, head, head

Choppa at him eat the lead, lead, lead

All of my diamonds they wet, wet, wet

One phone call and he dead, dead, dead

Talk to the cops they fed, fed, feds

I'm on the grind get a check, check, check

Coming for me at your neck, neck, neck

Onto my choppa a threat, threat, threat

Bitch in the crib gimme head, head, head

Choppa at him eat the lead, lead, lead

(There you go Mr. Swanson, this otta keep the rats away)

All of my diamonds they wet, wet, wet

One phone call and he dead, dead, dead

Talk to the cops they fed, fed, feds

I'm on the grind get a check, check, check

Coming for me at your neck, neck, neck

Onto my choppa a threat, threat, threat

Bitch in the crib gimme head, head, head

Choppa at him eat the lead, lead, lead