Dead Guys

Lyrics

[Hook] I told them dead guys I dont bury them Nigga play with them They gon' have to bury him Fuck with my dead guys You's a dead guy Fuck with my dead guys You's a dead guy [Verse 1] Need to play with your bitch Before you play with my money I been, not, never let a nigga take shit from me Bussing bout them dead guy To you a dead guy Fuck your chest I'm aiming at your head now (head shot) I've got a hundred sitting in the clip for you, actus You niggas talking shit, who really not factus I found a nigga, Dog I need it all bad He don't bring it back I'm a blow out his back Play with my change I'm a spray his brain And leave the streets main With a permanent stain Let a Nigga play me Who the fuck playin You and your partner body In the woods detain [Hook] I told them dead guys I dont bury them Nigga play with them They gon' have to bury him Fuck with my dead guys You's a dead guy Fuck with my dead guys You's a dead guy [Verse 2] Pull up on the horse shoe Let the choppers talk When them yappers bark Bodies get put in chalk Now you niggers want to burse it You use to curse me Bitch I'm sipping gold bottles You lil' niggers thirsty Still smoking bobby brown I'm on Kaley green Cup full a Nyquil I'm on promethazine You Niggas playin with yuh self Playing with yuh elf Fuck around and be a body playin with my wealth I done had hard time Was no hand outs Play time, bed time Was no planned routes Just a journey to All fake niggas shook Speak the truth over hard [?] street Niggas look, real crook By the book Never did I testify AK 40 plenty shooters bitch Don't you kiss the fire Cause these toaster gon' burn you like toast I'm smoking on this [?] from the west coast [Hook] I told them dead guys I dont bury them Nigga play with them They gon' have to bury him Fuck with my dead guys You's a dead guy Fuck with my dead guys You's a dead guy [Verse 3] In the streets Like the G's And the Most We stay hustling Like the foes Pole club full a smoke Nothing but the [?]lounge Young Niggas throwin gang signs in the crowd Champagne being pop Bitches poppin' ass Boss nigga sipping at the glass, throwing cash OS niggas watching from, the sidelines Browns on their face see real nigga shine Lambrigini got their mouth hanging like a monkey Down [?] hoes fatter than a donkey The whole club going up On a Saturday They party white liquor Till the next day Everyday I make a plate Thats a chick day And we living every damn day Like it's chick day Stuntin like a baby Flexin' like i'm slim Cash money nigga Hustle but I'm [?] Get yuh cake up Get yuh pussy made up Yow Niggas that's yuh table with no food on they plate...bro [Outro] Damn, Shit That ain't right my nigga Yow..That's fucked up Very Don't fuck with my dead guys my nigga