Another Dead

(Skeeo, you crazy)

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up

The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'

On the phone with Ten

I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'

He did half of ten

But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'

But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody

Them niggas stepped on your partner, that's your body

And I be totin' dirty cutters

Same yard grandpa told me don't go out it

Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it

How it gettin'? Dirty than a motherfucker

Better stay up out my way, nigga

Bitch, you better have a banger, see that gang, nigga

Aston Martin lane switching

Too turnt up for lame bitches

Kill a bitch, the main mission

They act the same, I came different

Old school, call it big four-wheeler

On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas

His nigga still poppin' dots and he got M&Ms

Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel

Somebody might get murdered still

Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still

Youngins ready for the kill

38, I run it still

Said, "Fuck 'em", and I mean it still

Lil' shorty wanna fuck for real

They wanna put up my career

My vision see one hundred mill', I'm on it still

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up

The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'

On the phone with Ten

I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'

He did half of ten

But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'

Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like an '06 Honda

I ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncle

Real stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a fucking man of my honor

I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founder

Split his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the corner

Run down and blow, I swing it on 'em

Back to the car, I hope I down somethin'

Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found somethin', oh, man

Say, lil' nigga from the net was talking dumb

Ain't gon' have no brain

Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball or drill

Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on

I be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strong

Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home

Hold on

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up

The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'

On the phone with Ten

I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'

He did half of ten

But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'