Dead at the Bottom (Bonus) Lyrics

Real nigga big bag, come and take you a ride

Before I go out, I'ma rock out with my gun on my side

This shit will leave some beef, my partner in the streets

Prayin' for somebody that'll take him away

On gang, nigga, we gon' do work with that chopper

We gon' leave you dead at the bottom

I got that shit right from my mama nigga

I swear you bitches get buried

No, I don't fuck with no Larry

My partner ducking the feds

They put like ten on his head

Them bitches burn up his leg

He gon' hit you till you dead

Boy, we don't run out of lead

We could do this rappin' instead

She ask why I don't rap up on my songs and I feel that

Them hoes was breakin' my heart so melodies could heal that

It's some bad bitches in my home, better believe that

And some niggas that'll take your chain or you can leave it

I been flowin' on this song strong, not writing shit

Don't get confused bout who I am, I still send a hit

Yeah, these soldiers with me really loaded

They like the military

You can't have my phone number, baby

Don't even get into that

I be using my tool to approve the way I move

Teachers in my class telling me I'm acting like a fool

But I ain't never gave a fuck

My middle finger up

And for you bitches that hated, you gon' be laying in this truck

I get that blick and fill him up

How that Henny, got you stuck

This Remington a pump, finna blow his ass up

We heard his partner got dreads and he just got out the feds

But if you diss me again, boy, you gon' bleed till you dead

We doin' wheelies and donuts won't let these bitches condone us

The car be smellin' like loud, the police might pull us over

I'm a shit rapper, nigga, yeah, beat her back in

I know she thinkin' I'ma do it, cause I did it for her friend

You wanna come into my home, gotta let me get a scan

Ain't finna say the same thing, just know I'm fuckin' her again

I know this music gon' get boring, I keep fuckin' with these whores

But she a dome expertise and she don't got no awards

I found me a rich girl and she slidin' in that Porsche

So I'ma thug her ass out until her body for the boys

I like them when they super cocky and they don't make any noise

Man, them bitches, they was fans, had them callin' off the droid

If you do that shit again, then you won't make any noise

They just gon' cut yo fuckin' throat just for playin' with them boys, yeah

Real nigga big bag, come and take you a ride

Before I go out, I'ma rock out with my gun on my side

This shit will leave some beef, my partner in the streets

Prayin' for somebody that'll take him away

On gang

My mama on her knees, screamin', God, please

That her son ways will change, okay

I'm smokin' hella weed and drinkin' hella lean

Bullets swing and we gang bang, okay

I won't be dead at the bottom

My niggas call and I got him

I saw a app and I shot him

The cops call me top shotta

Uh, I'm with the gang we'll give yo ass some tears, bro

Cause he a bitch, mane, fuck that nigga

And like I'm emo nigga, middle finger

I'm throwin' up, I told that bitch, you better pop it

Cause I know you ain't no rookie

She say, lil, daddy, please stop playin' before

I drown you in this cookie, yeah

It's Blin bitch, you know what it is, bitch

But if you come to the crib, you might leave with a kid, bitch

No, we ain't doin' all that naggin'

Bitch, I am not your daddy

Another fatherless child, she let me beat her crabby patty

But this what happen when you rappin'

The bitch, she was a baddie

That shit be clappin' side to side like Beyonce, she was a savage

But do a nigga gotta have it

Nigga, no you don't

Boy, I'm runnin' with killers, so if we catch you, you gon' float

Yeah