Lyrics Bring Out the Dead (feat. Lucky the Strange Boy) - Yung AK

Aye okay
They really thought I was done with this shit
Nah
Motherfucker we back

Run the clip
Bag it up she bring a brick
Then I sniff four lines then I'm hitting it from the back
Bitch I'm living in the trap
Got set up
But I still spinbacked
Nigga you can't stop me nigga's trying to mock me
Get a beating for your disrespect
Fuck these hoes they ain't my friend
Don't trust nobody all I talk about it with myself
Don't call me crazy I'm just humble by the belt
Fucked your bitch in my room cause her shit was a carousel
Popping these pills bitch now I'm in a jail cell
But first day out then I went go bake
Went to a party this wasn't my first time getting laid
That shit was the best her sessions was the best
three hits of that 420 then I'm in my nest
Story teller but you can't disrespect
Fucking a bitch then I felt on her breast
Pull out this shit then I'm pulling out the glock
.19 then I shoot it to yo head
Nigga's cannot talk to me when I'm smoking my weed
Bitch I'm laying on my bed this ain't no death bed
Funeral next week bitch you better come visit

Flip a thousand from a hundred that shit groovy
You said you tough you think im bluffing come and prove it
My blicky shine like Jimmy choo's I cannot lose it
I picky blind I'm at yo spot this not a movie
Watch out pussy when im off the tussing
Sucka nigga and the seven groupies
Less issues when the money coming
Let's blast ninjas leaking all around me
Meth crystals turning into rubies in my pockets magic
Baby Now You See Me
Smoke magic call me Harry Houdini Take young Lucky and you coming with me