Dead Or Alive ft. N8F Lyrics

Caught with the nine by my side

Am I dead or alive?

I've been feeling like a demon

With the devil in my eyes

I've been scheming, they've been screaming

Because I kept the blade inside

Fuck you bitch

Hope you go to hell when you die

Fuck you mean?

Bitch, I kept on creeping

When I'm on the scene

Tormenting all my demons

Stuck inside my dream

I don't run from my monsters

Bitch, they run from me, uh

I've been on a mission, uh

Playing my position, uh

Ain't no competition

I'm missing, bitch fuck tripping, uh

Splitting, uh

She sitting on my dick

While I'm gripping, uh

I heard they don't like me

Because they label me a villain, uh

But fuck all that shit, uh

Ten slices up on my wrist, uh

Five-Seven came with the grip, uh

If I shoot, I will not miss, uh

I don't give a fuck

Never cleaning up

Bitch my blood is mud

Never clean it up

Enter the chamber of love

Set it on fire and then fucking run

Shoot that boy down

With my motherfucking gun, uh

Fuck you mean?

Blast through that boy

Yeah, right in his spleen

I don't fucking care, yeah

I move so clean

Homie you just cannot edit me

I'm too pristine

Please check the time

Please check the clock

It's time to rock all this shit

It's on lock

Slid with the mops

Reach for that water, get popped

I'm up at the top, dolo no flock

Still in the way, I need all of the guap

Still in my bag, but I need a big box

It ain't gonna work 'cause my shit too hot

Caught with the nine by my side

Am I dead or alive?

I've been feeling like a demon

With the devil in my eyes

I've been scheming, they've been screaming

Because I kept the blade inside

Fuck you bitch

Hope you go to hell when you die

Fuck you mean?

Bitch, I kept on creeping

When I'm on the scene

Tormenting all my demons

Stuck inside my dream

I don't run from my monsters

Bitch, they run from me, uh

I've been on a mission, uh

Playing my position, uh

Ain't no competition

I'm missing, bitch fuck tripping, uh

Splitting, uh

She sitting on my dick

While I'm gripping, uh

I heard they don't like me

Because they label me a villain, uh

But fuck all that shit, uh

Ten slices up on my wrist, uh

Five-Seven came with the grip, uh

If I shoot, I will not miss, uh