Deadstock Lyrics

One strip, two strip, old bitch, new bitch

Thousand dollars for what's on my feet, they exclusive

Better save that petty-ass life or you gon' lose it

Niggas spent his check up on a bitch, you a doofus

How could I cope with a bitch if she don't act right

Baby girl pussy pastrami, but she just act tight

Please don't ask for my zodiac, what the neck like

Pourin' all this lean got my body numb gave her dead pipe

And these dead stock

Every time I'm on the computer, I got the best socks

I'm in California, my IP be saying Bangkok

I'ma let you do all the talkin' cause I don't name drop

Aye, man, where the fuck is my K

Tre dropped 12 lines in a cranberry grape

Baby got a flat stomach, but her back out of shape

Let my man do me foul, now I'm filled up with hate

But we good, not me and him, me and gang, he in the wood

I would let the nigga tell me sorry if he could

I forgive him though, I'm the type to never hold a grudge

Psyche bitch, .223 hit his back and his head

Let the bitch give me neck, and she told all her friends

F&N with the beam and that clip, it extend

You gon' feel like Lil Uzi, how you missin' some friends

Baby girl, what's your name? Where your mans at

See how I got her suckin' dick, I ain't plan that

Babe on my shirt and my shoes and my backpack

Nigga said we beefin', but he hidein' need his cap back

Yo, bitch and her friends wanna use me

She gon' throw the pussy and feed me for my amusement

Three glocks a Sig, and a knife look like a toolkit

And please stop callin' it za, that shit is bullshit