dead off - jdot breezy lyrics
[intro]
yeah, n*gga
n*gga already know what the f*ck, ayy
n*gga better stop, i’ma get your ass, n*gga
(stay with vegas on the wave)
[verse]
pull up out my mind like my f*cking top missing
i think my chopper g*y ’cause it just wanna top n*ggas
i ain’t worried ’bout no b*tch, i been getting guap, n*gga
chief keef been told us, never love a thot, n*gga
better know just what you doing when you come this way
’cause these n*ggas round, they itching for the k!lling, they ain’t come to play
who want that beef with dot? them n*ggas come through broad day
that money long, b*tch, i can reach your ass from all ways
forty round in the drac’ look like a hallway
chase a n*gga down, that was in my dog days
my b*tch d*mn near left me ’cause i got some dog ways
y’all having a get*together, we k!ll you on your dead dog day
k!ll ’em all, that’s kta
k!ll ’em all, they all play
i don’t play basketball, but n*gga, i ball, call this my ball day
your homies f*cking crash outs, they don’t need lawyers, they need all state
them n*ggas that i want get out, i’ma make sure that they all lay
think you gon’ play with me, b*tch, you got me bent
n*gga know i get r*t*rded acting like i ain’t got no sense
n*gga better fall in line, ’cause n*ggas die for talking sh*t
come through there slanging iron, if he ain’t mine, then he get hit
broke*ass ho keep talking about me, my red bottoms cost your rent
you just wanna f*ck somebody, disgusting ho, go suck a d*ck
’cause you know just what i’m on, and ain’t n0body gon’ play with this
and that money ain’t got no loyalty, n*ggas round to take a b*tch
straight up do a n*gga foul, i’m talking real flagrant
i got these souls on me, b*tch, you smell dead fragrances
these n*ggas doing plagiarism, they copy me, i hate that sh*t
but they can’t do it how i do, i drop that bag and bank a b*tch
my mama know i’m deep off in it, i got ties to all these women
i got ties to all this sh*t, but ties to murder, i wasn’t in it
but i might just get involved if a b*tch n*gga come here fishing
treat a n*gga like mama word, take out the trash and do the dishes
pull on side and start hitting
they on the block, jump out, let’s get it
b*tch, i feel alright tonight, what’s on his head might be a tennis
role call, like where my k!llers at? check in, come check attendance
never been a ruse, that n*gga died ’cause he tried bending
stupid ass, look at you, now you twitching
now somebody standing over you and they just steady bl!cking
now all you see is flashes from the gun, you don’t even feel it
bah*bah*bah*bah*bah, stupid, it ain’t never ending
ha, n*gga, i heard it’s hats for sale
sh*t, i know, i buy a couple, it might do me well
check my location, i’m on the sixth like what i’m doing there
like f*ck it, pull inside the bricks, i don’t care who in there
.762’ll knock a head off
put that draco in his sh*t, got to the car, and then we sped off
bit the head, that body dead, you never seen a dead talk
’cause that n*gga want a dead off, we call that dead off
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