Hes Dead - TM, RD, Lil S

How’s he alive man I’m fuckin' baffed

See me and they’re done when they end up-

One too many opps in the sky

Got me thinking who’s in my three five

Everytime I see blue let some off

Mona got put in a pack (he's dead)

Gorz got put in a pack (He's dead)

Thumps got put in a pack (He's dead)

Abz got put in a pack (He's dead)

Stompz got put in a pack (He's dead)

S1 got put in a pack (he's dead)

CRose should be in a pack

How’s he alive man I’m fucking baffed

Act for the snap and ladies (dickhead)

Don’t get blammed in your leg

Then crawl on the floor like a fucking baby

Call me a neek deep down they rate me

Opps in the can cah they love get rapey

Don’t lack at a dance for a barbie

AM got chinged up in carni

What’s all this talk on my dargies

Now he got chinged and left by his darkies

Blackz got chinged at a shop like woah

TSkeng got two o didn’t you know

Same week R1 took a big

Bro’s in the can cah he turned man crawl (He's dead)

In court YR went claiming CT

Don’t hide in court like (don't do it)

This is the truth no fiction

Free up snow that’s dot dots crickling

Opps don’t stop in continuous ticking

Cheff anyone like barbecue chicken

Solomon’s line got put to rest

Free R1 that’s shanks in chests

I’m on the opp block with my stab proof vest

Can’t be on my blood that’s little S (Can't be on bro)

Can’t be on my blood that’s little S

I’m in the bando dishing out pebs

And I can’t stop till I’m rich on ends

On the fast and I got no friends

Just bill it and kweng when they call for the peng

On the opp block looking for them

See me and they’re done when they end up dead (Where they at?)

And I got one brown and leng

She whips for me in the bando den

She’ll line up when she sees gems

That’s smoke for him, smoke for his friend

And this white keeps calling my phone

I might pick up that’s maybe if I like her

In the field niggas know I’m a striker

Two ZKs me and bro just

I’m not no internet typer

Circled there twice and I still can’t find ya (Where they at?)

I reload on boxes of 9ers one 410 not two for a fiver

And the other side they always just liars

They want but they never do

CS got chinged and his borer too

Two hours lurk, wasn’t

Handtings dots and kitchens too

I run up in your house and I take all the food (Let me get that)

I run up in your house and I take all the food

Trust me all the opps and just wet

They keep responding like they got nine lives

Broski asked for one live, of course I’m live

We’re going on glides

One too many opps in the sky

Got me thinking who’s in my three five

Don’t wanna buck bro with his knife

I’m in the bando tryna serve this white

Bad B keeps calling my line

But sorry darling I can’t wine and dine

But me and V hold this knife

Then maybe darling we can Bonnie and Clyde

CS he already got bored that teach him a lesson not to cross that line

Astar should’ve been in the sky

CRose got bunned now there’s bullets in his spine

Give me a drop and you know I’m at it

The new plates keep on chatting

Back then gang used to like them for their rappings

Now I’m pissed off should’ve left him in splashings

But they talk on my name so much

I’m starting to think that my opps are faggots

Everytime I see blue let some off

It’s coming like fed chases are becoming a habbit

I saw CSav let him have it

Same for CS pulled up let him have it

If you see me move OSav don’t panic or mash

Most of my opps are brass, facts

Don’t get put in a pack

More time they get caught on a lack and dash

Sometimes they might back their shank but I stand my ground and I swing at hats

Like E6 get bored in your back

More like Abz get put in a pack

Like E6 get bored in your back

More like Abz get put in a pack

Get put in a pack