Dead Prezis Lyrics

Ayy, look, it's dead prezzies in my pockets, tell them niggas get money

Prize pics got me up, this my fuckin' bet money

Private room with a stripper, this that make it sweat money

Send a bitch a cash app and tell her make it wet for me

Yup

It's FOF

Ayy, look, it's dead prezzies in my pockets, tell them niggas get money

Prize pics got me up, this my fuckin' bet money

Private room with a stripper, this that make it sweat money

Send a bitch a cash app and tell her make it wet for me

I remember back then when me and bro would split a honey bun

Back when bitches described me as the funny one

Bitches on my dick, that's what happen when the money come

Bust a bad bitch down for a hour, she like, honey, come

Put the water on the stove and let it boil for a shower

Got them people knockin' at the door, they bout to cut the power

Bro, I grew up in the trenches, man, my life was kinda sour

No green grass in the ghetto, but I blossom like a flower

Its some niggas on the block that ain't never had none

So they put the ball down, start movin' foul and one

Anyone who went to college, man, they one and done

Now they tryna spin the block till they top get spun

Man, this shit is like a cycle, bro, it's never gonna stop

Can't no one afford shit if you only punch a clock

That's why they loadin' up them 30s, puttin' switches on they glocks

They shootin' shit, they don't care about kids and bitches on they blocks

I ain't fuckin' with the world, cut em off disconnection

Ever since my son died, I've been stuck in this depression

Lit lounge, couple bottles, bad bitches in my section

And brodie know how to promote it, so we got the Smith & Wesson

Or we got the Glock, and got the lemon squeeze for our protection

Yo bitch up in my phone, I'm Pat Surtain with the deflection

If I told you once, then I'm not makin' no exceptions

Police pull me over, tryna find some drugs in my possessions

This track's for anybody ever went to sleep hungry

You gotta sell your shit just to pay your bills monthly

Your clothes ain't washed, got you lookin' all funky

This how life goes when your family full of junkies

I ain't never had shit, so I look up to the dope boys

Niggas with them Jordans on they feet, look at those boys

So much green on them, you would think they was the Grove Boys

Couple months passed, some new niggas up, now they the old boys

Bro, this shit never stop, in the hood, it's like a cycle

Lil' nigga only 14, he shot his brother's rifle

Ain't no stoppin' at them lights, you gotta put your car in idle

For them oppas, pull up on you with them blinks, you goin' viral

They get the drop from a bitch, then them niggas ran down

Caught him chillin' at a bitch crib with his pants down

See him red off them perks it's finna be a man down

This bitch was in her phone too much, so Brody took the tramp out

Man, that's how the hood go

Niggas try to set you up, catch you with the hood ho

Ain't even good bread just a little hood dough

I'm rappin' bout some shit, them niggas in the hood know

Or maybe should know

Yeah