Dead Guys

Count the dead guys
Look like Bed Stuy
This a red eye
They ain’t even outside
I don’t like how they actin’
I don’t like how they actin’
Tell a n**** get up in traffic
N**** they be rappin’
I’m in traffic trappin rappin’ plastic
Hop up out the cut
Late night I’mma let you have it
Sound like where the fucking concert
Without they fucking clapping
Tool on me in a trench coat
I look like GoGo Gadget
I just put a 50 on my glizzy
Don’t tote 44 magnum
I done put a switch not a 50 off automatic
N**** I ain’t ready for war
Matter of fact n*** I ain’t beefin’ with n**
I’d rather go fuck on his whore
(They doin bad, anyway)

N** ain’t know I ain’t flexin’
Ask about a n**** I’m steppn
YL like 6’2
But the f & n like 5’7
I go Sinclair before I go Giuseppe
I go lay down before I go to tellin
Box em up, send em to heaven
Rappin’ this brick like a present
Rappin’ the brick
Stampin the brick
N**** play round w this shit
Swear to god this over with
Hop out a n**** get hit
N**** be rapping
N** ain’t sliding
N** be clappin on shit
My n*** get active and shit
Fuckin this bitch her ass so fat
I fuck from the back, it sounds like I’m slapping the bitch
Ridin’ with scope sticks, beans and shits
I’m on some tactical shit
She tryna act mean but I know a bitch is extra and shit
She got on her knees so she find out I get racks and shit
I can’t fuck with the team cause it’s filled with rats and shit
Please don’t intervene, tryna come between my pack and shit
Pull up clear the scene, n*** make everybody go pat they shit
They know who I be Double SS, we gon’ smack the shit

Count the dead guys
Look like Bed Stuy
This a red eye
They ain’t even outside
I don’t like how they actin’
I don’t like how they actin’
Tell a n** get up in traffic