DEAD (Lil Baby Reference)

[Intro: Future]

Yeah

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead

She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Chorus: Future]

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]

Smoke on a opp, now he ashes

Turnin' his children into bastards

Watchin' your bae and her best friend meet asses

Fuckin' with Ye, now they call me a fascist, huh

Go against me, the bro's crashin' out (Phew)

I got more cash than clout

Pullin' her hair and her lashes out

Walk out the bank and I laughed out loud

All these bands, think it's halftime

Money counter sounding like a flatline

Keep my bougie bitch up in the first class

While she's in the back drinking Patron

Roll up my seat 'cause I'm handsome

Whatever I'm singing, I stand on

I could make a star out a random

I'm pulling strings like a tampon

It's gon' be a bloody mess

Residency out in Vegas

Fountain blue, just left your woman wet

And we makin' money bags

From the state back to the jet

State to state, the money stretch

Dolla $ign international

Dead presidents, I'm cashing out

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Future]

Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead)

I put the switch on a ten (Dead)

This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)

Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)

I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'

I know a killer who forcin' my hand

Big ass veneers, you paid 'em in cash

Six carat earrings, won't hear what you sayin'

Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)

Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)

Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)

Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)

Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)

Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)

Fuck while she sore, she pee in the bed (Dead, dead)

Her faja be liftin', I fuck her again (Dead, dead)

Went on my live and I upped a mill'

Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?

Butterfly nervous, put her on Chanel

Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri

She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel

I took a pic with a switch in the mirror

[Chorus: Future]

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 3: Future]

But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla

But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah

Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim

They still goin' ham, yeah, yeah

Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em

Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams

Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'

Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims

Custom interior, came with the hem

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]

Swerve, I come through, I'm poppin', lil' bitch

Skrrt, I didn't even like you, lil' bitch

Hold on, hold on, I'm riskin' my life for this shit

Wait, wait, I'm willing to die for this shit

I'm cookin', I'm cookin'

I'm psycho, well, maybe I'm not

Got a trillion sealies in the pot

Going on me, damn, they ain't even seen yet

Wash 'em all up, I'm keepin' it clean back

Watch them hoes turn to B's, I done seen that

Bank account M&M, I ain't Marshall

Way too many, they callin' the marshal up

I been runnin' this shit up since [?]

I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, of course, you call

You been playin' yourself, of course, you lost

You can come [?], what the Porsche cost

'Cause all the shit I done seen, shit, of course, I'm out

See my name on this shit, bitch, of course, I'm a boss

They gon' team up against you, they forcin' a loss

I'm a nigga who made it, of course I'ma floss

[Chorus: Future with Lil Baby]

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)

I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)