Room Fulla Dead Guys Lyrics

yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet

Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak

You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me

My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree

Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street

Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet

Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet

Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats

I send a opp straight to the morgue, I'm rolling H5 when I get bored

Know we on a chase on the E-way, it's a hellcat vs a ford

My young nigga hang out that backseat swinging that stick like a sword

Nigga killed yo' brother now yo' bitch ass praying to the lord (Haaa)

Take my mask off, stand over that boy like "yea, it's me"

Shouldn't have been fucking with 1055 now you on a tee

Man these niggas be coppin' a plea

Spray they block down like frebreeze

I had a stupid opp bitch come through the trap & get on her knees

I ain't nothing like LeBron, I can't never leave my Heat

Know I'm choking on dead in the Stu, I'm fin' to tweak

Smoking on Robert, Bricc, Cam, Landlord, man I'm geeked

I be smoking them dead niggas everyday of the week

Yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet

Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak

You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me

My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree

Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street

Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet

Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet

Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats