Yeah, yeah, yeah
DY Krazy
[Calboy]
Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
[Calboy]
You know that lil' ho not my lover, she a Billie Jean
At 2 AM I'm up here drunk, I'm off that Hennessy
Might stretch this lil' Toyota, turn that bitch to Limousine
And I lost my brother he in his feels, he wasn't even in his league
I was so devilish in these streets, I can't expect help from God
Niggas be wolves in sheep clothes and niggas can't even help their fraud
And they was just hopin' I was gon' fail and then I beat the odds
And I was like free my brother Solo, wish they had see-through walls
I told you them niggas ain't your mans, them boys been duckin' them calls
I heard them niggas ain't send no bread but they was trappin' out them halls
And I put a contract on a niggas head, he better watch how he talk
And I leave a nigga right where he stand, talkin' like I ain't no boss
And we can't tolerate disrespect, you know that lil' shit cost
And you know that's water 'round a young nigga neck, you know that lil' shit Voss
I was in the Neiman's spent a lil' check and I got a strap when I walk
Lil' bro the demon and he on that, he gon' knock you off
[Calboy]
Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
Let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
[Polo G]
Thinkin' 'bout Tim Tim when I'm on tour, wish you were next to me
For your birthday, I popped a deuce, I was rollin' off ecstasy
You was one of ours so we want blood, it's hard to let it be
Got the opps so mad, them niggas can't wait to take my breath from me
My Glock make music, Glizzy singin' like a melody
I'm a squeeze my .40 before I let you get the best of me
Plus, I'm with some killers who gon' shoot, that bitch aggressively
Stay with my slimes they'll wipe your nose, that's if you step to me
We was in them trenches dodgin' bullets and them felonies
Where I come from, 21 years old is a age you're blessed to see
Snitchin' at an all-time high in these streets ain't no integrity
I'm cold-hearted so I iced out my accessories
[Calboy]
Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
Let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
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