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young thug - dead homies lyrics

[intro: young thug]
(wheezy beats)
for real, for real, for real, for real, for real
yeah, thugga
real spit, pay attention, lil’ n-gga

[chorus: young thug]
i’ma ride for the dead homie (skrrt)
if you die, you a scared homie (p-ssy)
motha-mothaf-ck the feds, homie (f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
n-gga, run up all the bread, homie (run it up)
n-gga ridin’ like a peg, homie (skrrt)
n-gga rollin’ up the dead homie (rollin’)
n-gga bleedin’ on the dead homie (bleedin’)
stack the cheddar, stack the cheese on the rest, homie (yeah)
dead homies (woo), that’s on dead homies (slatt, slatt)
homies (homies), i put it on my dead homies (homies)
homie (yeah)
homies, homies, homies, homies (hee), homie
i put it on my dead homies, homies (yeah)
i put it on my, put it on my, put it on my dead homies (hee, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: young thug]
for real, for real, for real, for real, for real
i’m trained to k!ll, i’m goin’ at your ceil’ (oh yeah)
pop the pill, i don’t wan’ sign a deal (no, oh no)
n-gga money stacked up like he climbed a hill (woo)
the streets don’t love you, don’t love me (blatt)
you trick or you treat (treat)
let’s play hide and go seek (yeah)
baby, bring me the key (the key)
i was right up the street (right up the street)
’bout to pull a kick door (’bout to pull a kick door)
make ’em run out the gs (make ’em run out they bands)
i’m a gangster, my b-lls hang (sheesh)
i got brothers, they all bang
and my sisters do the same thing (why?)
’cause they kin to the main mane (hee)
before i was rich, i had real stain (racks)
before this rap sh-t, i had real plans (i swear)
i just bought all the balmains (and what?)
yes, i just spent the whole plain (swear, i promise)

[post-chorus: young thug]
i put it on my, put it on my, put it on my dead homies (thugger)
i put it on my, put it on my, put it on the rest, homie (put up for the rest, homie)
i’m ridin’ with the slime, n-gga backseat chair, homie
thirty miles ’til i’m ’bout to pull up, homie [?] (hey, hey, hey)

[verse 2: young thug]
get on the ground, b-tch (on the ground)
don’t make a sound b-tch (shhh)
or i might pop your kid (swear)
yes, i might bust her wig (swear)
i don’t give no sh-t (don’t give no f-cks)
i don’t give no f-cks (no sh-ts)
b-tch, that’s slime sh-t (slatt)
i know you dig what i’m sayin’ (slime)
i know you know i’m not playin’ (know it)
i know you know i got bands (know it)
blue cheese, i don’t want no ranch (no)
f-ck that lil’ b-tch in the van (no)
my jewelry loud like ambulance (no)
i just woke up off of a xan (no)
skywalker same colors as the lamb’ (skrrrt)

[chorus: young thug]
i’ma ride for the dead homie (skrrt)
if you die, you a scared homie (p-ssy)
motha-mothaf-ck the feds, homie (f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
n-gga, run up all the bread, homie (run it up)
n-gga ridin’ like a peg, homie (skrrt)
n-gga rollin’ up the dead homie (rollin’)
n-gga bleedin’ on the dead homie (bleedin’)
stack the cheddar, stack the cheese on the rest, homie
dead homies (woo), that’s on dead homies (slatt, slatt)
homies (homies), i put it on my dead homies (homies)
homie (yeah)
homies, homies, homies, homies (hee), homie
i put it on my dead homies, homies (yeah)
i put it on my, put it on my, put it on my dead homies

[verse 3: og boo dirty]
i’ma ride for my dead homie (ride for my dead homie)
i’ma die ’bout my dead homie (die ’bout my dead homie)
i don’t give a f-ck if it was ten years later (nah), i ain’t let sh-t slide ’bout my dead homie (bow)
ride like a peg for my road dawg (peg for my road dawg)
menace to society, i’m o-dog (i’m o-dog)
my diamonds big as a golf ball (big as a golf ball)
chase a meal ticket like will-call (woo)
i get that brad like colonial (yeah)
loafs in my pocket like hernias (yeah)
straight up and down, leave it vertical (yeah)
push your sh-t back like it’s cortical (yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ma bang what i bang ’til they put me in the feds or i’m dead (oww)
[?] it’s black on black everything but my flag red (but my flag red)
keep me a chopper like tony (chopper like tony)
i’m goin’ out like i’m stoney (out like i’m stoney)
f-ck what you thought it was, my n-gga blood (woo)
that’s on the big homie (that’s on the big homie)
keep me a chopper like tony (a chopper like tony)
i’m goin’ out like i’m stoney (out like i’m stoney)
f-ck what you thought it was, my n-gga blood (woo)
that’s on the big homie (that’s on the big homie)

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