CEO Trayle - Dead Ops paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Dead Ops - CEO Trayle




Aye
Live by it
Die by it
Better keep firing
Don't worry bout my gun bitch I keep mine
Don't worry bout my funds or get X'D out
And Watch how you swing your head catch a dead shot
When it's nightfall watch out for that red dot
And if I caught somebody get head shot
And if what I saw I would never tell cops
And when I'm scarred I'm back smoking dead ops
Dead ops
I'm back smoking dead ops
Yeah I fleed cops
This a opp pack
Yeah we smoke that
Push your top back
That's a new pack
Aye aye
West side south side to the east side
Aye don't try these 30 shots boy you'll get deep fried
Last nigga tried
Thats when he died
Once you cross that line
Ain't no switching sides
Pussy nigga when I slide
Tell me will u slide
When I up these 30 shots Yeah I killed the vibe
If it ain't that paper calling I'm gone hit decline
If it's smoke that's just what it is
Dre go get the iron
Live by it
Die by it
Better keep firing
Don't worry bout my gun bitch I keep mine
Don't worry bout my funds or get X'D out
And Watch how you swing your head catch a dead shot
When it's nightfall watch out for that red dot
And if I caught somebody get head shot
And if what I saw I would never tell cops
And when I'm scarred I'm back smoking dead ops
I'm back smoking
Dead ops
I'm back smoking Dead Ops
Dead ops
Im back smoking dead ops
Dead ops
I'm back smoking dead Opps
Ooo uhh
They thought you was finish wop they thought I was done
Heard it ain't wasn't no fun if he ain't got no funds
Please someone tell these niggas they ain't the only one with guns
I been drinking pimp C
Smoking og blunts
Sometimes I feel like boosie
Call me baby gucci
Hit him with a two piece
Say I need that blue cheese
Hit me up like 50 cent but murder one like snoop d
Live by that Pyrex gotta Bentley from that Hooptie
You know I'm gone live by it die by it
Just like 50 get rich or die trying
Nigga bet not mix up the street sign
I don't know nobody dead yet so keep firing
Aye
You know I'm gone live by die by it
Have em Send couple shells to his top side
Aye
I bet I make bail cus my house find
Yeah
Plus nobody really cares when a opp die



Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell, Demarco Rashaan Parham



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