DeceasedMan

Kill

It's a deceased man with a nina in my hand

Why you grip the high pose when you know it finna jam?

It's the graveyard click, hit the mortuary dance

Working graveyard shifts to the bank ball jam

Fuck a nay-say brand, TeamSESH up on my Bamber

SPAS-12 blam! If you stepping on my land trick

Please count me out, I'll be waiting for the chance, bitch

Just to knock you out, it's the backroad bandit

Pistol to my head, bet ya won't, bet ya can't

Tryna set BONES up, now the both of us dead

I leave 'em here with nothing, leave 'em bloody in his bed

What I want is a look that he give me from the past

Waking in my eyes, he don't really wanna die

Give a fuck about ya click

Let the MAC-11 rip, yeah

Waking in my eyes, he don't really wanna die

Give a fuck about ya click

Let the MAC-11 rip, huh