sunday service - spinabenz lyrics
[ spinabenz ]
dead man walking
what’s that sh*t you said you just a dead man talking
all these n*ggas super tough until a mad man spark em
my lil hundred round drum i like to blast that often
mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping
shoot him in his f*cking head they say the n*gga died hollering
we might be on cnn if all these n*ggas keep dropping we ain’t stopping til we got like 9 bodies
[ spinabenz ]
first time i shot a n*gga up close, i had a long night
if a n*gga thought bout playing with spina he take his own life
762 through his door, i hold the chrome tight
shot em in his d*ck make em think he taking his own life
i just take my clips until they flip i won’t be alright
clutching bl!ckas sitting outside his sh*t we been here all night
i just spent 600 on my glock that’s why i won’t fight
say she want 600 for the drop i said that’s alright
call the preacher tell em get a sermon make it nice for em
send a bag through a cash app that’s murder on a iphone
speaking what he seen what we gone shoot em in his mouth for it
he won’t come outside so we gone run off in his house for it
[ spinabenz ]
dead man walking
what’s that sh*t you said you just a dead man talking
all these n*ggas super tough until a mad man spark em
my lil hundred round drum i like to blast that often
mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping
shoot him in his f*cking head they say the n*gga died hollering
we might be on cnn if all these n*ggas keep dropping we ain’t stopping til we got like 9 bodies
[ yungeen ace ]
let me tell you how this sh*t happened hollow chip knocked his sh*t back
late night creeping through his bushes i’m tryna see how im finna make this happen
see earlier that day he was on the net talking all that gansta sh*t
tryna catch em with his mama & tie him up i’m on some dangerous sh*t
i ain’t never ran from them n*ggas i got multiple bodies
acting like he shot me boy you a b*tch you ain’t never k!lled n0body
i caught his dawg at a party i hopped out with a glock
i had em crawling on his knees he praying for me to stop
ghost gun 556 ain’t got no stock on it
you ain’t finna play me like no b*tch i put yo block on it
disrespectful n*gga i’ll clear the room i get r*t*rded
how the f*ck you finna play with don dada when b*tch i go the hardest
i leave em zombie walking
[ spinabenz ]
dead man walking
what’s that sh*t you said you just a dead man talking
all these n*ggas super tough until a mad man spark em
my lil hundred round drum i like to blast that often
mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping
shoot him in his f*cking head they say the n*gga died hollering
we might be on cnn if all these n*ggas keep dropping we ain’t stopping til we got like 9 bodies
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