Dead Or Alive 2 ft. MATT SCOTT Lyrics

"Chickity, check bitch"

Bolt action 9130

Spike bayonet bloody an dirty

Insert stripper clip

Snipe a lackin bitch

Fishin' for a lick world war kinda shit bitch

Camo cargo pants black

A1's an a tan FN ya

Scar tissue my forearm bled

So Wrap it up cause an we strikin again

Come back kid

Shawn Michaels

Triple H-P

Motorcycle

100,000 motha fucken bitches wanna eat led

KD astounding

Select fire stalkin camp fires in the redwoods like a vampire

Hungry hippo drain life force

Darth Maul skill with a light sword

Criminal mind walk-in past yuh

Spending the days growing ganja in pastures yeah

Hanging 'em off of the rafters

Bodies and weeds harvested so much

Cyclically ill jokin round like this comedy Murder an drugs supporting your economy Folding blue bills the bitches astonishing $1,000 heels slutty mentality

Dump a truck full of dead weight on the driveway with that fuckery

Pirate crew southbound empire

Cutlass always out the fucken sheath

Metal head ya gold chains I ain't never givin Y'all shit bitch suck a motha fucken dick an Flip lemme hit it from the back make it rip

Aye

Hellcats just toys German engineering

An a rolls Royce I scare ghosts in the night

Red dot vector 9 white make it bite

Sturdy aim suppressed drum mag beat on they chest through a cheap vest

Yuh my bars crash cars 808 thump hard you see stars hit the deck

Yuh

Wait till' I come around, watch 'em hit the deck

Drop back, glock nine hit you with all this led

Alive but inside I really feel dead

Used to be there for others, now there's really nothing left

Up and down emotions, really got you feelin' all pressed

If I want it, I get it, yeah true manifest

I could flex, but I'd rather these bitches get undressed

Comeback kid

Graveyard classic "feelin' like Rich The Kid"

Leave you on read, onto the next "damn that boy slid"

Stay on the run, get off my grid

Look at the things that I did

Hit it from the back, make it rip

Hellcat supercharged wrapped in matte-black

Keep my name in your mouth, I don't really give a crap (what?)

Bigger fish to fry, with my A1's on while I drive

You talk big online, really dawg it was all a lie

Y'all care about fame and fortune, more than your own pride

Rather have respect for myself than some wealth

Told you I had something for your ass

Now watch me go off like blast from the past

Takin' out the garbage, nobody wants to hear your trash

The next Ricky Bobby "I like to go fast"

1,000 hoes just living for all this cash

I'm Michael but this ain't myers, I don't need no mask (pussy)

Dropped another tape this year, really did the dash

Three tapes, three hoes in my pool watch me make a fucking splash

"This is a Graveyard Classic"