DEADMAN Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

I ain't never heard no shit like this before

I'm on some rockstar shit

I need a rockstar bitch, yeah

Woah

Yeah

Woah

Yeah

Woah

Yeah

Woah

Yeah, that man he a deadman, we knock off his head man

Yeah, bitch, cut off his limbs man, then throw em in a bin man

Yeah, bitch, I feel like rubber band man, money stretch, elastic man

Why that nigga keep on glazin', bitch, yeah, that's just a fan man

Yeah, I never settle

Bitch I'm a rebel

Yeah, countin' bread good for my mental

We flank from the left and go straight to the middle

Yeah, bitch, it's just really that simple

He play with the gang, then bitch, we assemble

We ridin' round', foreigns, you ridin' round', rentals

We knock out his teeth and take em to the dental

We shot up his body, take em to the doctor

I fuck with a mexican bitch, call me papi

Bitch I am the number 1 nigga, Don dada

He talkin' that bullshit, nigga, rada rada

I wish that coulda' seen me now

On ya phone, on ya screen, on ya TV now

Pull out a luh' lazer, the green beam now

Knock his bitch ass out, like ding ding now

Yeah, I wanna blatt

Luh' bitch, yeah, we on the red

Yeah, bitch, these demons, they live in my head

That's why I be havin' trouble goin' to bed

I cut all the lights off, get in my bag

I'm fuckin' yo bitch, yeah, she said I'm rad

The neck got me sweatin', I might need a rag

That bitch get the dick from me, she gon' brag

Pull out, then we shoot, bitch you better duck

I'm stackin' the bread, then I put it up

I keep the 9 on me, bitch, I let it tuck

Bitch, he scared to die, I don't give a fuck

I will not spare no nigga

Yeah, nigga got wrapped up, by that trigga'

Yeah, that's yo bitch, nigga, you can die with her

Yeah, bitch, .762's gon' rip out his liver

Yeah

Yeah, bitch, I will not fall

Been through it all

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Woah

Yeah, bitch, get in that mode

Yeah, bitch, get in that mode

Yeah, these dead bodies lay on the flo'

Yeah, bitch, you know what I'm on

Yeah, bitch, you know what I'm on

Yeah, bitch, you know what I'm on

Yeah, that man he a deadman, we knock off his head man

Yeah, bitch, cut off his limbs man, then throw em in a bin man

Yeah, bitch, I feel like rubber band man, money stretch, elastic man

Why that nigga keep on glazin', bitch, yeah, that's just a fan man

Yeah, I never settle

Bitch I'm a rebel

Yeah, countin' bread good for my mental

We flank from the left and go straight to the middle

Yeah, bitch, it's just really that simple

He play with the gang, then bitch, we assemble

We ridin' round', foreigns, you ridin' round', rentals

We knock out his teeth and take em to the dental