Dead 2 Me Lyrics

I got a bitch that i beat from the back

Breezo my brother, my slime, my slat

Movin too wock you get hit with the mack

Bitch I'm gangster ride in cadilac

Move like a dyke I gotta keep a strap

Niggas be lying I aint with the cap

This wock in my cup I dont know how to act

This wock in my cup I dont know how to act

Fuckin that bitch when I'm gon off a perc

I play with her pussy I lift up her skirt

She all on my body I take off my shirt

Whenever she ready I give her this work

Fuckin that bitch when I'm gon off a perc

I play with her pussy I lift up her skirt

She all on my body I take off my shirt

Whenever she ready I give her this work

Little bitch, you a dummy

Niggas acting, they moving real funny

If I back out the knock, it get ugly

Gotta get to the breesh, had to focus on money

Off the wock, got me moving retarded

Like

Bitch we the niggas that started like

OTM bitch we really the realest.

I gave her the dick, now the bitch catching feelings.

Why they want me to fail so bad?

Ain't trusting no bitch, well shit, I never have

Niggas fake, gotta stop all the madness

I'm from that town with the guns and the clapping

I'm too real, make a fake nigga run

It's too cold in the city, I'm under the sun

She said she like how I'm beating it up

Mask up, watch me take off like a rocket

Trigger finger ready, I'ma pop it

Treesha got her dripping like a faucet

In the back of the Benz, your shawty giving knowledge

Niggas hate, don't gotta tell 'em stop it

Damn, 'cause they don't really see the vision

Fully focused, I don't feel emotion

Shawty on my body like it's lotion

I don't have it on me, I'ma poke 'em

Gang, real shit, got a baddie to hold on the grip

She's a thot, put my dick on her lip

Red dot, green dot, bet I won't miss

I got a bitch that i beat from the back

Breezo my brother, my slime, my slat

Movin too wock you get hit with the mack

Bitch I'm gangster ride in cadilac

Move like a dyke I gotta keep a strap

Niggas be lying I aint with the cap

This wock in my cup I dont know how to act

This wock in my cup I dont know how to act

Fuckin that bitch when I'm gon off a perc

I play with her pussy, I lift up her skirt

She all on my body I take off my shirt

Whenever she ready I give her this work

Said she wanna fuck, get drunk

Bustdown watch expensive bentley truck

Inlove with the money I cant get enough

CG got the wock I tell him pour it up

Run up a pack and then I double up

Faceshot gang no way you gettin up

Dont step out of line I wouldnt try ya luck

OTM huntin aint no letting up

Went got a glocky I added them switches

I blow a bag when Im fw bitches

Bullets gon hit em leave his body twitching

Bitch I get money better know the difference

Breezo be buggin clutchin on the smithin

Hang out the window tryna catch em slippin

Shawty givin knowledge

Hang out the window tryna catch em slippin

Why do they want me to fail so bad?

Aint trusting no bitch

Well, shit, I never have

These niggas fake, we gotta stop all the damn madness

I'm from that town with the guns and the clappin'

I'm too real, I make a fake nigga run.

It's too damn cold in the city, I'm under the sun.

She said she likes how I'm beatin' it up

Mask up

Watch me take off like a fuckin' rocket