Dead Already

Lyrics
[Intro] What, what Yeah, yeah, come on [Verse 1] Bitch, I'm already dead, I had my funeral My shooters they holdin' the casket, we bussin' at they funeral Gelato, we smokin' on cookie Roll up, I'm blowin' that cookie I know that lil' hoe wanna fuck, I told her pull up wit' the pussy And I feel like Wayne sometimes, 'cause I wanna fuck on them girls I'm in that Range sometimes, I got a lil' blood on the pedals I'm spendin' a hunnid on lunch, bitch, my sweater is Stoney I spend like a hunnid on guns, I shoot at my bitch for goin' [Bridge] I told my bitch I'd kill her if she left How the fuck I- Ah, I'm outta breath I don't even sip the lean no more I had to quit that shit months ago After my brother almost died [Verse 2] Can't sip the lean no more, I let my cup get kicked My little brother almost died, now I'm on that homocide shit I feel like Jordan Carter, talkin' 'bout homicide I woke up early this morning, told her suck my dick Bitch, I'm the GOAT, it ain't no peery I tell every hoe that I'm nasty, I fuck on my bitch on her period I take of the top of the roof, the 'Cedes, the Benz, the coupe I was bein' bad in school, I'm a bad influence too I'm runnin' them packs, packs, packs These diamonds shinin' on my neck, when I'm hoppin out the 'Cat I ain't fuckin' that girl, the pussy smellin' like scat Can't give a bitch the world, when you don't even got that [Outro] I'm talkin' 'bout you lame ass fuckin' rappers man Stop actin' like you god Don't nobody fuckin' know who you are Fuckin' lame as fuck Broke and shit
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Credits
- Writers
- Dom Corleo