Lyrics Dead It - Phoenixinredd

Yeah
Car stripped down, now its topless
Turn the key, wow, now I'm locked in
Burt's Bees, stick in my pocket
Blunts, weed, lungs full of toxins
You tryna' get it, I already got it
Want to bet it, I'm really bout it
Tryna' dead it, I really doubt it
Turn a molehill to a mountain
Turn a landfill to a fountain
Turn a dollar bill to a thousand
Waterboard a Rolex, I'ma drown it
Time will tell, you can count it
Pillow talking, then she start pouting
Feel like a check how I'm bouncing
Deal with a ex, now I'm frowning
Rap royalty, come and crown me

Yeah, I'm in this bitch
Shooting my shot, I got a clip
I got a Swatch right on my wrist
Feeling like Pop, smoke em' then dip
Not in a box, can't put me in
Not on the Wock, not on the Tris
Drip doesn't matter, I'll pull em' in Crocs and some pink woolen socks, she don't care bout' the fit, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you thought you knew me
Well you didn't, now I got her here and swooning
Too delicious, it's fictitious how you do me
Salutations to the plug, he never screw me
Al-Allocating all the funds, let's make a movie
Alopecia, got the Smith but will he use it?
We get jiggy off the drink, we going stupid
Life's a bitch, but you just treat her like a groupie

Yeah, yeah
Car stripped down, now it's topless
Turn the key, wow, now I'm locked in
Burt's Bees, stick in my pocket
Blunts, weed, lungs full of toxins
You tryna' get it, I already got it
Want to bet it, I'm really bout it
You tryna' dead it, I really doubt it
Turn a molehill to a mountain, bitch
I'll turn a landfill to a fountain
Turn a dollar bill to a thousand
Waterboard a Rolex, Ima' drown it
Time will tell, you can count it
Eyes too red cause she pouting
I'm too dead off these downers
M.D., meds on the counter
She sniffed, bled on the couches
And this shit more than a passion
That boy fake, he an actor
I'm too baked for this service
Hope I don't meet the pastor
We haven't talked since last year
Didn't even look when I passed her
Reggie Bush, she running back at me
Open book, done with that chapter, bitch

Car stripped down, now its topless
Turn the key, wow, now I'm locked in
Burt's Bees, stick in my pocket
Blunts, weed, lungs full of toxins
Tryna' get it, I already got it
Want to bet it, I'm really bout it
Tryna' dead it, I really doubt it
Turn a molehill to a mountain
Turn a landfill to a fountain
Turn a dollar bill to a thousand
Waterboard a Rolex, Ima' drown it
Time will tell, you can count it
Pillow talking, then she start pouting
Feel like a check how I'm bouncing
Deal with my ex, now I'm frowning
Rap royalty, come and crown me bitch