Dead By Tomorrow

Lyrics

[Intro] Dead by tomorrow Pull up and hop out like who said what? [Chorus] Pull up and hop out like who said what? Forty on my hip right by my gut Put some money on your head, bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by [Verse 1] Pull up and make me a hit on a nigga Keep talkin' that shit 'bout a nigga We with all that shit and we keep all the sticks with a nigga These niggas be really some bitches Been had a check on me nigga I been had your bitch with me nigga She been had a friend with her nigga We been had a threesome lil nigga We been had lil minute, lil nigga, like All of this money on me, you know I got be havin' my way All this horsepower I'm havin', can't help put speed, hit the gas and get sideways All this attention I'm gettin', I hate take a pic, it's a pool, not a photo, uh All these lil bitches I'm hittin', they havin' some paper, I can't fuck a broke ho We do not talk in the phones, she bounce on the dick up and down like a pogo Pourin' up in styrofoam, I'm sippin' on drank and I doubled the Solos The tee is Givenchy, no Polo Diamonds dance on my chest like a go-go Robbin' me, that's a motherfuckin' no-no [Chorus] Okay I pull up and hop out like who said what? Forty on my hip right by my gut Put some money on your head, bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by [Verse 2] All of these niggas be lame, all of these niggas be hatin' I'm whatever that come with the fame I'm with whatever that come with my name Poppin' a perc and whatever for pain, yeah (Derez De'Shon) Came in the Range, yeah Ain't got a brain, yeah Might go insane All of my niggas, they bang Blue and red flags when I came, I know the team Put on the chain, got a lil fame But I still be in the trenches with robbers and killers, just doin' my thing All of my niggas the same I keep it simple and plain Big body, switchin' the lanes Pour up in Minute Maids If you ain't ride or die, nigga you dead to me Got some niggas on your side who'll bring your head to me Niggas keep talkin' that beef, better be ready for it I swear to God my niggas ridin', you'll be dead tomorrow [Chorus] Okay I pull up and hop out like who said what? Forty on my hip right by my gut Put some money on your head, bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by