Death Row Lyrics

Copy Colonel, ay

I can confirm, the enemy has been taken down

Death Row

Death Tone

All these bitches whack

Rep thrown

Checked clothes

I ain't hitching back

Running cul-de-sacs

Fun even front to back

Journey's over now

How am I a fucking trap

Death Row

Death Tone

All these bitches whack

Rep thrown

Checked clothes

I ain't hitching back

Running cul-de-sacs

Fun even front to back

Journey's over now

How am I a fucking trap

Yooo Shit I didn't do

Shit's scary fucking boo

Jump scared a federal crime

To me is a spoof

Fucking breaking through a roof

Shooting from the back like Booth

Robbing all they shit like shoes

Than I exit like I moved

I be fucking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherfuckers glasses on McLovin, finna yap about a dozen

Hold up my cuzin Imma break em down

Finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel

Did I do it Wow, stop judging you fat cow

Go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about

Do I tolerate sleuths? Nah I fucking hate you' s. I wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you

Here's the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. Let em explain all this shit like he wearing hey dudes

You a good person but I hate you

I feel like Kanye cuz I hate

I bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape

The fuck you think I was gon say?

Some racist shit, niggas talking, still shopping at payless bitch

Don't need a birthday cake I got them bands

Cautious I do this often aim at ya mans

Stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane

Crash dummies, they gon wanna run up

If I tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up

Talk about me, they ain't keepin it 100

Death Row

Death Tone

All these bitches whack

Rep thrown

Checked clothes

I ain't hitching back

Running cul-de-sacs

Fun even front to back

Journey's over now

How am I a fucking trap

Death Row

Death Tone

All these bitches whack

Rep thrown

Checked clothes

I ain't hitching back

Running cul-de-sacs

Fun even front to back

Journey's over now

How am I a fucking trap

I'm the reason why you don't get on nerves

Ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms

All of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds

They only give a shit as long as they're involved like jerks

A missing person or more it doesn't hurt

Maybe you should give it a try cause it sure fucking works

If not get better at your flirts, show they get no bitches even if they burn

They go up to me and they got fake blood

Saying they got hurt and I'm like wait what

I didn't ask and I'm pretty sure they're hugged

It doesn't hurt them so they should just stay lucked

My ass cooked shit's potluck

I know I should've been booked got got fuck

I'm still a rookie and my shit hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought cunts

Like damn forget about it

We just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and

Put the bad things behind me

Don't let them bitches say that they be fighting

Behind me, behind me, behind me

Yo yo ay

We're dead

We're dead

We're dead

We bled

We fled

We painted red

Now we go off with no cred