Dead Flowers

[Intro] (What up, Antt?) (Beat Gang) Where we at? [Verse 1] Burning high-grade, finna drop a five in the limeade Taj paid, walkin' out with pints at the Rite-Aid Baby so cold, she can't wait to let me slay her Let me fuck for free, but the head so good I wanna pay her Know I'm havin' [?] but leave a message at the dial tone Richest street nigga that she ever laid her brows on Trillest nigga out the drug zone, put on for the ghetto Fifteen-hundred-dollar dunks on, stompin' foreign pedals Burberry on my collar with the light print Feds know a nigga got a linе on them ice chips Hundred thou' on all slips niggas know wе touchin' Switches on all of the sticks we be cobra-clutchin' Pipe downs for the snakes, I had to mow the yard Any nigga take a hit on Blocks, he gotta overcharge I owe you, it's only us, I'm really from the Warren Them niggas know with us, this shit come with a thunderstorm [Chorus] Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers Left him in the lane field under dead flowers To all my niggas comin' home on the furlough It's 227 'til the motherfuckin' world blow Same niggas, only worse, mega-popular Worldwide mob figures, we the mafia The same niggas, only worse, mega-popular 227 mafia, what else? Let's get it [Verse 2] They pillow-talk more than these hoes, they some gossipers Long live my OG Rock off of Rossiter Gang know I kept it truer than a full snickin' Still passin' testers out at the soup kitchen I got niggas out in [?], killers in the zigs With fully outs, pop up on a nigga like a quiz Welcome home [Lo Diddy?], long live Eric Pinky ring, seen the cut stones ten carats Everybody thugs 'til the judge set bail And they wakin' up handcuffed to a bed rail Still foldin' lotto packs and them twelve-twelves Off-White same color as an egg shell Free [?] Tarantino from that fed cell Had a long run, turnt your city to a trail mix Slow motion, wearin' bass upon that handheld Got some blow stronger than them cases that the feds build [Chorus] Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers Left him in the lane field under dead flowers To all my niggas comin' home on the furlough It's 227 'til the motherfuckin' world blow Same niggas, only worse, mega-popular Worldwide mob figures, we the mafia The same niggas, only worse, mega-popular 227 mafia, what else? Let's get it [Outro] Left him in the lane field under dead flowers Let's get it (Beat Gang)