Dead Man Walking

Lyrics
[Intro] Buddha bless this beat Bitch [Verse 1] Where my motherfucking sack? Why them 20s in the front? Why them 100s in the back? Show me what you got Bring it back for some cash I'm a self made product, gee I look like a bag I'm a fuckin' millionaire, I meant it (Skrrt, skrrt) I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it Ask your motherfucking friends, I'ma do it (Shoot) I'm that nigga with the (Pew) AK, I'ma shoot it (Pew, pew, pew) I got bitches who in love like I'm Cupid (Damn, damn) If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid, yeah [Chorus] Dead man walking (Let's go) Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin' Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin' Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking? [Verse 2] Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin' Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin' I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green One Ferrari, all red like Supreme Yo bitch a meat lover for the team Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean? [Chorus] You a dead man walking Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin' Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin' Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?
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Credits
- Writers
- Lil Yachty
- Buddah Bless