DEAD MAN WALKING Lyrics

Dead opps, bitch, I got a lot of dead opps

Headshot, I'ma go ahead, catch a headshot

I don't gotta do that shit myself the bread up

I just make a call to get him got, we spread guap

Now he a dead man walkin', shit, that's a dead man talkin

Shit, tell him go on ahead, off him

go on ahead use your forty

Go on ahead, use your forty

Gone do your dance, you ran out of plans, yeah

Stick on my lil' dog, he ran out his pants, ayy

Glock do a premiere, this MTV jam, uh

Damn, son, he ain't even meet his grandson, yeah

We gon' short his days like we shortin' eighths

These fuck niggas talk all day, think they Charlemagne

Put a red stain on his shirt like he sippin' champagne

Then we gon' leave him by the bay like he on a vacay, uh-huh

This shit sound like it's supposed to drop on Halloween

Lost his voice, we used to drake, now he can't even sing

Ain't no I in team, it's a me in team

My li'dog, used Perfect aim, now he can't even see

Dead opps, bitch, I got a lot of dead opps

Headshot, I'ma go head and catch a headshot

I don't gotta do that shit myself the bread up, uh

I just make a call to get him Got, we spread guap

Now he a dead man walkin', shit

That's a dead man talkin', shit

Tell him go on ahead, oh, tell him go on ahead

Go on ahead, use your forty

Go on ahead, use your forty