Dead N Gone Lyrics

I say baby this Percocet thirty not no ten

She was off the migos tryna pour me up some gin

Speak on me we gone cut off his tongue he won't speak again

They ask me why I don't talk a lot cause niggas ain't my friends

And I know this she say Eli do you notice

Most them boys you hang around all turn out to be bogus

I'm it if he tryna clowning we make sure to leave him floating

I almost crashed the whip I'm off the uhh boy I can't focus

Her nigga called her phone she was with me boy I kept stroking

I told her I like my hoes a little thicker you getting thin

He be blowing up her phone so she can't stay with me past ten

Imma here take her home if she look at me again

My opps be dead and gone so they can't at me again

Eli a star pt Troy Aikman deposits the only time I'm making statements

ARP like my son I'm make sure that I raise him

Straight face shots boy I'll be damned if I graze him

She get wet off my voice she put me on repeat

I got three hundred shots I don't care if you deep

Can't pronounce the designer just know it ain't cheap

Hit the hoe in the rari left cum on the seats

My bitch just called me said she hate me bitch I hate you more

Gotta flash racks every now and then so they know I ain't poor

I feel like joe exotic in this Porsche this an exotic horse

Za got me coughing

I'm tryna nut on her face then I'm off it

Paul bearers with me go get you a coffin

Money twerk on me hold on its talking

Ice so chilly pt finna blow

Capitol P I can't trip bout a hoe

Pockets obese hella deep that's fasho

She don't want me ok there go the door

Hung up on ole girl she be talking to much

They say that I don't be talking enough

Now a days it feel like I ain't dropping enough

Nigga play ain't no way we ain't chalking him up

Big wood I'ma chief it like KC

I don't be on the net fuck KD

Told the hoe I'm tryna beat like Tay Keith

I got yo hoe undercover like KC

I say baby this Percocet thirty not no ten

She was off the migos tryna pour me up some gin

Speak on me we gone cut off his tongue he won't speak again

They ask me why I don't talk a lot cause niggas ain't my friends

And I know this she say Eli do you notice

Most them boys you hang around all turn out to be bogus

I'm it if he tryna clowning we make sure to leave him floating

I almost crashed the whip I'm off the uhh boy I can't focus

Her nigga called her phone she was with me boy I kept stroking

I told her I like my hoes a little thicker you getting thin

He be blowing up her phone so she can't stay with me past ten

Imma here take her home if she look at me again

My opps be dead and gone so they can't at me again