paroles de chanson DEAD FRIEND$ - Guxxi223

Slatt
Slatt
Slatt
Slatt

Yeah
Huh
Fucked up, off them perc's
Baby, come back, I can make it work

Got a .223, you know these bullets hurt
I'ma throw the racks, it gon' make her twerk
From the mud, bitch, I'm from the dirt
Slatt

Came from a long way, nigga I had to make it work
Down bad on my ass
I had to get the racks, had to get the bands
Fuck them niggas, I don't care about shit, but these dead friends

Racks in my pocket, I got them dead friends
Stack up these racks, bitch, I still got these Benjamins
Huh, Ben Franklin
Huh, bitch, I had to make it out and stay patient

How the fuck you claim you gang, but niggas be changing
They be switchin
Them niggas, they rats, they bitches
Them niggas, they rats, they snitches

Drac with a hollow tip, gon' wipe a young nigga's existence
Wipe him out from the earth, wipe that boy out
Take that boy out
Slatt

Why the fuck these niggas mad
I got these racks in my bank account
Why the fuck are they mad
Huh, bitch, I just get to the racks

Huh, bitch, I just get to the bag
I got these niggas mad
If he diss again, Imma up the drac, we gon' spray his ass
From the mud, not the field, nigga

Not from the grass, from the dirt
Left here behind, now her feelings hurt
Huh, how the fuck am I supposed to make it work
When you changed on me

Why the fuck did she change on me
Pussy niggas got a hate on me
Huh, bitch, you know I keep that thing on me
Huh, I got a motherfucker choppin' on me

I got a motherfuckin' drac on me
I can't talk about shit, cause talk not cheap
Bad bitch tryna fuck on me
If she wanna fuck me, bitch, she gotta fuck the team

Diamonds on my neck, bitch, yeah, you know that they gleam
Wipe a nigga's head, take off his head, like Mr. Clean
Woo, bitch, ballin' like duke
I'm a blue devil, huh

Bitch, watch how I Shoot
Diamonds on me, bitch, you know that they blue
I got the money, stick on my hands, just like glue