sg batman – want me dead (freestyle) lyrics
want me dead (freestyle) lyrics
ion even take no handouts i just go and get it
opps want me dead so bad, i be like “n+gga come and k!ll me”
i just made a bet wit all my shootas, ima be the first to get em
how you willina die over dat lul b+tch, you wasn’t even the first to hit ha?
dis music done turnt me up, but i’m still a active member
just bought a brand new choppa, i aim fa the shoulders, i’m tryna take off an f his ceilin
b+tch don’t get too comfortable, cuz i a put you right in yo feelins
n+ggas be dyin, steady be losin they life doin allat chillin
i’m talm bout broad day
homicides, we up on all our victims
i’m talm bout straight 8s
we’ll hop out ridin, tryna leave dis b+tch on 0
i got some extra shootas ridin wimme just in case a n+gga tryna be a hero
i gave dat b+tch half of the x pill, she tryna get drunk off anejo
we put switches on all our pistols, let dis b+tch off, it sound like a draco
i be on defense, but i’m still out hea ridin, tryna get a n+gga out the way tho
38 special, sh+ll catcher but it still ain’t no throw away tho
i can’t be inna car wit a n+gga ain’t dea when i’m mentioned, i already know he a hoe
i’m ridin double+breasted, a n+gga in trouble, i think i’m seein double
all dis f+ckin cheese on me, i look like i just worked a double
she ain’t wanna f+ck on a empty stomach, i went n bought da b+tch a mcdouble
you got yo ppp and ain’t buy no guns, boy yo ass in trouble!
allat barkin, you ain’t gon bite sh+t, you might as well have on a muzzle
steady spinnin da block, can’t sell his weed, he gotta find a new hustle
double triggers on dem glizzies
dem b+tches come in a double
they let me in, they in trouble
me n my shoota, we dumb n dumber
b+tch, i ain’t neva been no runner, i always been the muscle
i’m worth a million dollars, still a f+ck a b+tch onna palate
i buy squares from the opps, they don’t want no static
glizzies automatic
ima turn up on ya, dats automatic
the opps ain’t gettin they l!ck back, ion know why they goin thru a tragedy
we got so much guns, so much smoke, like we workin at a factory
i put these red dots in yo face, you a think he got some acne
she suckin d+ck onna floor, she scr+ppin up ha knees
dis ain’t no uber, i’m finna pick up all these es
i’m only f+ckin 8s and up, anything under that ain’t my speed
a b+tch ain’t what i need
yo homie just died last night, finna roll em up in my weed! uhnn!
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