Lyrics Drop Dead - TheGodlyRiskTakers

Wait, shootin' my shot, flexin' a lot
I got a bitch in the back she be givin' me top
I don't give a fuck what yall think cuz I'm never gon stop
Count all these checks and you still drive a Lexus
Remove you from our gang like Brexit
Don't call my phone, you my ex I left you
I'm goin' hard on this beat no pressure (whoo)

B-been countin' up green, money is nothin' new to me
Cash App be blowin' up, donos be comin' in
Stayin silent with the drama ain't keepin' up
Haters be laughin', they gettin' their funny up
And not they money up
Cheatin' the game with the Rollies, offsettin' em
Crack her back while countin' my chips, so blessed yeah
You can not compare, you lame man, ain't flexin'
Snitch on the gang, you must watch for the feds
Throw your body out, and we left no trace
No evidence, I guess that is a closed case
Should never went against our back, I meant it
Chances of you being alive are negative
Glocks with the pistols on hand, we threatenin'
Will today be your last day? That's tentative
Who bury you? They can't find yo ass anywhere

Unsolved for a while, and it's gon' be like that
Slow this beat down, yeah I'm goin' ham
All yo opps dead, so who are you fightin'
Messin' me up, yeah you gaslightin'
Accomplishing shit, reachin' new heights, yeah
Clothes on clothes, stackin' the cheddar
I'm slidin' over this song like butter
You trash at games, need to get better

Countin' the bread up, need to have my head up
Mess with the gang, and you gon' be lit up
Feel like La Flame, how I'm on fire
I got a match with you like a fighter
Hotboxin' in the car, gettin' higher
Smoking on a blunt, ain't do no Runtz
Shawty so bad, she got honey buns
But I ain't love her too much, ain't callin' her hun

Take the shot, I takin' a lot
She sayin' I fought
Yessir, heatin' like a hot
Yeah, they be comin' with troops
Takin' us down some groups
Endless life is a loop
Glocks be runnin' the town
She comin' around in the gown
Y'all tellin' me to go right down (Yeah yeah)
Trump never gonna be sworn
Runnin' em down, he be takin' the horn
Why not, givin' me a chance
Ain't gonna lie, he runnin' down to France
Injecting my life never pure
She comin' to me like a lure, yeah
Never gonna stop, I give me a drop
Give me a chance, we goin' to the top

Yuh, you think I'm elevated
Watchin' the youngsters get sedated
Now I'm not even fated
Now she comin', you not a belated, yeah
Racks comin' in, it outta here
I don't want nothin', why you can't hear?
Ain't gonna party, don't gimme the beer
Again once or twice, I ain't top tier

Y'all just gimme the ice
Gettin' these racks ain't even suffice
Comin' to me, you ain't my wife
I too young for this, ain't my life
Walkin' outta Chase, just gimme those racks
You got my back, I ain't ever gonna six stack (Spoke smack!)
Y'all runnin' up my track
30 on me, you know they drop dead
Behind bars, seein' them on their bed
Turn up the night, trials they dread
Takin' up the sentence, life ahead of em'
Drinkin' up, it ain't gonna end well
Bank account froze, it feelin' cold
Yuh you know what I just told
Ain't no snitch, and no complain
You know I ain't ever feelin' yo pain