+D3AD ZON3 Lyrics

Nigga I done seen a lot of shit that niggas with no father shit it always end with a headstone

We ain't give no fuck about a lot of shit we did it and it's obvious that's why them niggas want my head gone

On Jaywave we'll hit your block start walking shit lil pussy boy keep talking shit, and then them people say we dead wrong

You can ask my homie I be darting shit that on point with the target shit don't come up in this fucking dead zone

Bitch I be in my hood wouldn't catch me if you could

I get out my body fast as hell don't wonder if I should

You will never ever fuck on her keep wondering if she good

He ain't seen no fear like this in years he wondering if I'm Suge

And I draw down with magazines, Driving fast keep spilling lean

Thought I seen some devil horns, had to check if my mirror clean

Then I seen my dawg with a halo he tryna calm me down

He said ''If you gone walk em down just make sure they don't cross ya out''

You think you on street shit come get ya head blown you lil pussy niggas always tryna make me lose my mind

I be smoking loud shit don't need no headphones you lil pussy niggas think that I won't buss ya and that's fine

Who gone get the kill first, who gone lose the wheel first?

I'm head over heels for a kill my bro still worse

This might be my last day, gotta eat my meal first

Man you still fucked up bout Wave?

Nigga fuck you mean that shit still hurt

And i'm still laid down with this pretty girl that I found

Nigga don't get laid down in a gun fight cuz i'm down

I'm wilding she wilding she childish

Her shit ain't got no mileage

Glock loaded club crowded

Glock loaded club crowded

Room smoking it's clouded

Niggas tryna shake up they ain't gang gang can't allow it

I said I must go I look back she start pouting

She just want get her shit knocked up like Ronda Rousey

If we cross paths don't you think twice better finish me

Pussy boy wanna hit at me, and the Law still tryna sentence me

Anybody can get at me got a 100 shots you gone feel that beat

Got 100 opps who gone feel that heat, all they ass tried to blick at me

Murder games

Catch your ass in traffic you in that murder lane

Buss head buss brains I don't give a fuck mane

Let me tell them one thing i'm dying shooting on gang

Stupid bitch you got that luck aim, with me ain't no such thing

Nigga I done seen a lot of shit that niggas with no father shit it always end with a headstone

We ain't give no fuck about a lot of shit we did it and it's obvious that's why them niggas want my head gone

On Jaywave we'll hit your block start walking shit lil pussy boy keep talking shit, and then them people say we dead wrong

You can ask my homie I be darting shit that on point with the target shit don't come up in this fucking dead zone