Og, you get rebound
Og status, on God, put a nigga ass down, boy
(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)

Do you wanna see a dead body?
Young nigga with some money
They say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it
That's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill poppin'

I lost my nigga Fentanyl in some pills, I couldn't take it
Lost G Spence, man, that been my nigga for years
May in he 5 in peace
My bitch black as hell but she foreign, she speak Guyanese
Menace to society, if I can't walk this Drac gon' be my cane
If my nigga want you gone, I need location and a name
Yeah, our moves different
Qe gon' clean the scene after that wax to have some clues missing
100 get 'em, put under the water, call that Blues Fishes
I don't understand how you a shooter but yo' tool missing
Daddy was a killer and a robber that's my true ambition
If it isn't love seeing blood then this ain't New Edition
You better cool it down, this Bobby Brown it got a cooling system
Don't you fuck around with fuck arounds and be the newest victim
Turn him to a fraction he can't understand the algorism
Made a song wit Drake totin' a Drac that came with criticism
Never had a thing for track and field but dealt with racism

Do you wanna see a dead body?
Young nigga with some money
They say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it
That's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill poppin'

(Brrt, brrt) let's go
When Shiesty put that choppa on his ass, bet he get to hollerin' (big brrt)
Yeah, before I picked up a microphone, we was really robbin' (big facts)
I seen a nigga still get hit up, then had seven bodies (on God)
That's how shit go, you gotta know the streets don't love nobody
Same day I turned my Glock to a chopper
I had to stop promoting the violence (I'm switching)
Running we take took yo' setup, they watching yo' diamonds (on God)
Don't worry 'bout the Drac' if I got it just know I'm finding
Gotta blame CGE for life, it ain't no nevermindin' (no)
Two bodies drop it's perfect timin'
Finesse the nigga in Dior, I'm still stylin 'while I'm slimin'
New opp pack hittin' so hard, ain't get it from a member but there you lyin'
Still creepin' through they block
Can't take my phone I'm tryna read signs (brrt)

Do you wanna see a dead body?
I catch something, somebody dying
They say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it
That's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill poppin'

Do you wanna see a dead body?

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Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Baker, James Spenser IV, Lontrell Williams