Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane when Im on the stage with you

But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol

You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you

But dont walk up on me homes, I aint finna blow no strong with you

Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you

If you aint get no money nigga what is wrong with you

And I cant tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher

I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long swisher

Im drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture

If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her

Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher

If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man youre playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A

8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings

Pot forks, dope at a high cost

From coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope

Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16-5

Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive

Got my seat leanin', low bricks inside

Got 'em stash in the door, always road running

Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'

Tractor trailer in the morning wont stop jugging

Every month I make 4 hundred, Im a street nigga

I got rich off of junkies

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, you playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been drinking

This chopper had got me feeling like Harley

If I let it ride you bound to be stinkin'

Im a asshole I do what I like to

Old shit that's made for you to fight to

I dont give a fuck bitch I dont like you

Got that fire bitch I might light you

Bitch I am the streets you just look tough

Couple bricks of snow like I was on bluff

Call me the master like Sho'Nuff

Bad boy for real, no Puff

If a nigga pussy I dont pimp mine

Just keep your distance dont play with mine

Stay in your place fall out the line

Have them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine

You can find me in the hood what a hood dont go

Heard you're somebody the hood dont know

If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this show

Money never sit still so I dont blow

King of the streets just call me sire

On my thrown ain't no one higher

T.R.U.T.H. no liar

Real street nigga I wont retire

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, youre playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man