Dead Man ft. Slik208 & Bandsboutabag Lyrics

Wake up in the morning, smoke a wood, I'm feeling good

I gotta take my daily steps, see how it's in the hood

My momma praying daily, she don't like me in the hood

What happened to your homie

Tell me, is that nigga good

I checked that nigga off my list just like he had a tech on

All these hollow tips and .45's will get his head gone

He tried to score on me, I caught him lacking in the end zone

And I can't love no dirty bitch, so don't come near me, hoe

If you ain't got no money, get the fuck up out my door

And if you ain't suckin', best believe you gotta go

Your best friend hit my line the other day, she wants some more

I think my bitch is hearing this, so guys, I gotta go

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a dead man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a Fed man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a dead man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a Fed man

I just fucked your bitch, I nutted all up on her face

Got this bitch's nigga mad, he trying to run a fade

And I ain't even tripping if he knows where I stay

I keep Glocks, FNs, ARPs, and these drakes

So let me know, nigga, if you really wanna go to war

I done seen the closest switch up, I don't even know no more

Suckas actin' like some bitches, I'm just trying to up the score

Baby Drake on a rainy day, I'ma let it pour

Dead man, dead man, if you fucking with the oppositions

Anytime I shoot the Glock, I'm shooting till your top is missin'

Heard the cops are spinning laps, I'm in a high position

When I see them lights, I ain't even trying to stop and listen

I grew up with no father, I ain't have no pot to piss in

When I was a youngin', I was always in detention

Running from these jakes, I was always jumping fences

Homie, take a look at this life before you tempt it

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a dead man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a Fed man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a dead man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a Fed man

Poppin' all these drugs, I swear, it turned me to a mad man

Niggas still ain't sliding for they motherfuckin' dead man

Put money on your head so you can watch your' nigga die fast

Light that nigga up, crystallize him like a meth lab

Smokin' all my opps, I swear that Drako has the best pack

Tryin' to find his family, his older brother the next man

Catch that pussy nigga, I'ma flip him like the last pack

I zip that nigga up, just like I had a backpack

We 2 0 8's most hated

Yeah, you know we like that

We carrying all these cuetes

why you thinking we gon' fight back

You try to talk that shit to me

then boy, you getting bitch smacked

Just give me one call, bands is gonna get that

Bandit 'round the corner, Ruda with the ratchet

Cee-Money with the blower, and shooter finna' blast him

& Syklon pressin' hella, you will never catch us slackin'

We outside everyday, just to look for action

I stomped your homie out, we left that nigga nappin

We ain't with that pillow talkin' quit with all that snappin'

None of us is Crips, but yeah we get it craccin'

We paralyze that nigga, .40 blew is fucking backing

They try to multiply us

but them niggas got subtracted

I took that nigga's bitch, now that bitch give me a lot of dances

Quit begging for your life, I gave you hella chances

Don't ever up a pipe, if you ain't gonna blast it

You never did a skit, but still say that you active

All my niggas killers say the wrong thing, we attackin'

You playing on the gangs who play with shit that leave you damaged

Come around my block, I promise drilla's always packin'

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a dead man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a Fed man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a dead man

Dead man, dead man, where your homie at

Why I even ask that question? He a Fed man