Testo Dead Man - Gucci Mane, Young Scooter & Trae Tha Truth
Testo della canzone Dead Man (Gucci Mane, Young Scooter & Trae Tha Truth), tratta dall'album Trap God
Call me Juicy Mane when I'm on the stage witcha
But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song witcha
But don't walk up on me holmes, I ain't finna blow no strong witcha
Got young shooters with me, they don't get along witcha
If you ain't gettin no money, nigga what is wrong witcha?
And I can't turn ya on, you must have the wrong picture
I'm in the VIP sippin lean with this very long swisher
I'm drinking promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you would do that I swear you would not kiss her
You's a Nicki boy, this nigga tryna tell 'em got vicious
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
You's a dead man, playin' games with the bread
You's a dead man, I'll put that pistol to yo head man
Dead man, you playin' games with my bread, you in the red man
Fuck around and be a dead man, dead man
Dead man, you's a dead man, dead man
Dead man, you's a dead man, dead man
I'll put that pistol to yo head man, dead man
I'll put that pistol to yo head man, dead man
Five deuce, four trey, six eight
Eight watches, four chains, six rings
Pot, forks, dope at a high cost
From coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope
Remix the yolk, you know I could sell you both
Sixteen five, prices low then shorty low
When I drive, got my seat leanin low
Bricks inside, got 'em stashed in the door
Always road runnin, me and Gucci gettin money
Bands keep comin, trap the trailer in the morning
Won't stop juugin, every month I make four hundred
I'm a street nigga, I got rich off of junkies
You's a dead man, playin' games with the bread
You's a dead man, I'll put that pistol to yo head man
Dead man, you playin' games with my bread, you in the red man
Fuck around and be a dead man, dead man
Dead man, you's a dead man, dead man
Dead man, you's a dead man, dead man
I'll put that pistol to yo head man, dead man
I'll put that pistol to yo head man, dead man
What the fuck is you thinkin'?
Lil bitch you must've been drinkin'
This chopper got me feelin' like Harley
If I let it ride you bound to be stinkin'
I'm an asshole, I do what I like to
On shit that's made for you to fight to
I don't give a fuck, bitch I don't like you
Got that fire, bitch I might light you
Bitch I am the streets, you just look tough
Couple bricks of snow like I was on bluff
Call me the master like sho nuff
Bad boy for real, no puff
If a nigga pussy I don't pay it mind
Just keep your distance, don't play with mine
Stay in your place, fall out of line
Have them young niggas all in yo head to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood where the hood don't go
Heard you somebody that the hood don't know
If a nigga turn up tell him watch this show
Money never sits still so I let dough blow
King of the streets, just call me sire
On my throne, ain't no one higher
T-R-U-T-H, no liar
Real street nigga, I won't retire
You's a dead man, playin' games with the bread
You's a dead man, I'll put that pistol to yo head man
Dead man, you playin' games with my bread, you in the red man
Fuck around and be a dead man, dead man
Dead man, you's a dead man, dead man
Dead man, you's a dead man, dead man
I'll put that pistol to yo head man, dead man
I'll put that pistol to yo head man, dead man
Credits
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Frazier Thompson, Young Scooter, Metro Boomin
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