Room Fulla Dead Guys

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