Dead Trollz

[Intro] That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa) (PlayBoy on this bitch) [Chorus] Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' [Verse 1] In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas See thеy cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em Real dеad man out in Valley Park, call them range killers Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em Mask on, slang that heater Man down, call the people Got 'em tryna troll Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga? Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you That's two for one Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin' Dead rapper I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money [Chorus] Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah [Verse 2] I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin' I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin' Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues That nigga dead, tell me did he move? All that he said was, "Watch the news" Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two It was two victims ain't make it through California with hella pounds Travel 'round with hella troops I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you All in Pampers, son set trippin' too Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too" Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset Contagious whack Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that Correct that Come correct, bitch, why you said that? I already done addressed that He had a show, tell me where the next at I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (Baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke [Chorus] Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' [Outro] I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row Leave one dead, I leave one dead D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome Nigga try to go, then you do his ass If you know me, you know I'm never home alone Got XDs by the TV stand