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jmash, lil s, rd & t.m. - he's dead lyrics

[intro: jmash, rd, tm & lil s]
how’s he alive? man, i’m f+ckin’ baffed
see me and they’re done when they end up+
got too many opps in the sky
got me thinkin’, who’s in my 3.5? every time i see blue lights, i’m off

[bridge: jmash]
munna got put in a pack (he’s dead)
gorz got put in a pack (he’s dead)
thumpz got put in a pack (he’s dead)
abz got put in a pack (he’s dead)
stompz got put in a pack (he’s dead)
s1 got put in a pack (he’s dead)
crose should be in a pack
how’s he alive? man, i’m f+ckin’ baffed (should be dead)

[verse 1: jmash]
act for the snap and ladies (d+ckheads)
don’t get blammed in your leg
then crawl on the floor like a f+ckin’ baby (bap, bap)
call me a neek, deep down they rate me (they rate me)
opps in the can ‘cah they love get rapey (ugh)
don’t lack in a dance for a barbie (don’t do it)
am done got chinged up in carni’ (am, man)
what’s all the talk on my dargies?
nutty got chinged and left by his dargies (haha)
blackz got chinged in a shop like woah (ugh)
tskeng got two o, didn’t you know? (argh)
same week r1 took a big man’s soul (free my n+gga)
bro’s in the can ‘cah he turned man cro’ (he’s dead)
in court yr weren’t claimin’ ct (what?)
don’t hide in court like p+ssy kashif (don’t do it)
this is the truth, non fiction (just facts)
free up snow that’s dot+dots kickin’
them clocks don’t stop, it continues tickin’ (tick)
cheff anyone like barbecue chicken (trust me)
solomon’s line got put to rest (eugh)
free r1, that’s shanks in chests (free my bro)
i’m on the opp block with my stab+proof vest
can’t be on my blood, that’s little s (can’t be on bro)
can’t be on my blood, that’s little s
[verse 2: rd]
in the bando, dishin’ out pebs
and i can’t stop ’till i’m rich on ends
on the fast lane i got no friends
just bill it and kweng when they call for the peng
on the opp block lookin’ for them
see one of them and they end up dead (where they at?)
and i got one brown and leng
she whips for me in the bando den (whip it)
she’ll line up when she sees gems
thats not for him, its not for his friend
and this white ting keeps calling my phone
but i might pick up, that’s maybe if i like her
in the field n+ggas know i’m a striker
two zk’s, me and bro just slice up
i’m not no internet typer
circled there twice and i still can’t find ya (where they at?)
i reload on boxes of 9ers one for ten not two for a fiver
and the other side they always just lie
they talk about drillings that they never do
cs got chinged yeah world war 2
two hours lurk, where’s them yutes? (where they at?)
handtings, dots and kitchens too
i run up in your house and i take all the food (lemme get that)
i run up in your house and i take all the food (get that)
[verse 3: tm]
trust me my opps are just wet
they keep resp+wnin’ like they got nine lives
broski ask if i’m live, of course i’m live
we’re goin’ on glides (come on)
got too many opps in the sky
got me thinkin’, who’s in my 3.5?
don’t wanna+ don’t wanna buck bro with his knife
i’m in the bando, tryna serve this white
bad b keeps callin’ my line
but sorry darlin’, i can’t wine and dine (sorry darlin’)
but maybe if you hold this knife
then maybe darlin’ we can bonnie and clyde
cs he already got bored
that teach him a lesson not to cross that line (don’t)
astar should’ve been in the sky
crose got bun, now there’s pellets in his spine

[verse 4: lil s]
give me a drop and you know i’m at it (i’m there)
them new plates keep on chattin’
back then gang used to laugh off the rappers
but now i’m p+ssed off, should’ve left ’em in splashings (wet that up)
why they talk on my name so much?
i’m startin’ to think that my opps are f+ggots (g+y boys)
every time i see blue lights i’m off
it’s comin’ like fed chases are becomin’ a habit
i saw csav, let him have it
same for cs, pulled up let him have it (splash, splash)
if you see me with osav, won’t panic on mash
most of my opps are brass, facts
don’t get put in a pack
more time they get caught on a lack and dash
sometimes they might back their shank
but i stand my ground and i swing at hats (course)
like d6, get bored in your back (ouch)
or like abz, get put in a pack (haha)
like d6, get bored in your back (ouch)
or like abz, get put in a pack (dead boy)
get put in a pack

- jmash lil s rd t m lyrics

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