Dead ASF ft. BOSSMANPERRY100 Lyrics

I never put attachments on my glock, I'm scared of fed cases

But nowadays I got the flashlight and the blue laser

I thank God every day for my food saver

You niggas can't keep up cause you too lazy

The average man'll never get to drive a Mercedes

The average eye can't see your chain and watch fugazee, but nigga, I can

You gotta go through the worst to become the man that I am

You would be dead as fuck tryna spin the blocks that I spinned

You would go straight to jail tryna run the routes that I ran

My nigga tote the type of chopper you would get from Iran

I cook up so much dope, nigga, that I locked up my hand

I fell in love with this rap shit, nigga, yeah, I'm top ten

I do this shit for my lil brother, nigga, yeah

I do this shit for my lil boys, nigga, yeah

Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead

I'll put this fuckin money on your head

I'll put this money on your head and still kill you myself

When it's time to do some killings, I ain't never needed help

Me and my bitch sleep with the chopper, nigga

Me and my Glocky take a shower, nigga

I'm gettin' money every hour, nigga

They love me like I'm Austin Powers, nigga

I had so many dark nights, I went to prison, nigga, I was fightin' for my life

You ever had to fight a nigga off who had a knife

That nigga ain't even made his bed, that nigga wrote a kite

Niggas broke as fuck, still tryna give out advice

Every wrong I ever did, I'ma make it right

Hope God got forgiveness for the ones who took a life

I'm tryna see the light, cause I was livin' in the dark

Duckin narcs, nigga, I was sleepin' at the park

My homie left me hangin', all I wanted was a start

You niggas left me in that war and it broke my heart

That shit tore me apart, I gotta keep that iron, man, like I'm Tony Starks

My only goal is to give my sons a better start, and every since I had my boys, I grew a bigger heart, huh

We don't do drive-bys

We walk em' down, nigga, so we can look em' in his eyes

It's one thing I can never forget about homicide

Is that eyes never lie, soon as them bullets penetrate

He scream out Lord, why like I don't wanna die

Like he'll do it all over, but it ain't no more tries

This chopper off of Call of Duty, but it ain't no revive,

I'll see your opp ass on the other side

Old dead ass, nigga

I do this shit for my lil brother, nigga, yeah

I do this shit for my lil boys, nigga, yeah

Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead

I'll put this fuckin money on your head

Tuh, fuck

Finna turn 40, still alive

That's a milestone

R.I.P. to Ducky

Ain't have time to grab his firearm

I learned from that

To leave other people's fight alone

Shit I'ma say too real

Throw holy water on this microphone

Fake beefing

What the fuck you five guys is on

Gotta buy a phone

I'm hearing static in my dial tone

FEDS ain't finna catch me in no dialogue

Ducky, I'm finna go sit with mama

Til the trial gone

Thousand niggas in these streets

Not many I can vouch for

Hundred ways in

Only 2 or 3 out though

Faking in they music

Be prepared for the outro

You could be a perfect murder, nigga

Shout out to Gwyneth Paltrow

5 cases, 2 years

What the fuck you still out for?

You broke, it's 3 o'clock

So what the fuck you on the couch for?

How a man cool with being broke

You niggas threw

Don't provide a wonder why

These bitches talk like niggas do

No respect

Cause you niggas act like bitches do

Since she pay the bills

Then you should cook and clean the kitchen too

On the gram, in a rental, with your niggas shoes

Trying too hard

To be the one they pay attention to

I tell niggas under 25

To get in school

You broke, talking money

Who the fuck is you to listen to

Tryna be the plug

The quickest way to walk in prison boots

Just get a couple plays

That is worth that you fuckin sticking to

Being greedy

Gone get you summer dogs and chili soups

And mackarels and kippers

And that Aramark kitchen food

Shit real, got niggas dead

They is living proof

When it's beef

Ain't no time to be switching crews

It's genocide

And mostly niggas killing niggas, woo

Pick a side

Fo your mama have to pick a suit

You niggas faking, got opinions

Never been with bosses

Been harmonizing

This verse for any nigga think I lost it

Now I hustle just to live

This shit can be exhausting

If it's a problem, man

DM me, I ain't reading comments

Social media niggas funny

Y'all should be in comics

You rat, is my Cartiers

The reason I ain't see you coming

I'm J.R.

I'm a legend, you should take a picture

200K

Way before Instagram and Facebook, nigga

Money counters, so much money counting

Used to break them bitches

Eight years straight, still relevant

First day I walked away from prison, nigga

I really hate motherfuckers that hate to listen

Quantity over quality

Man, this game is different

Serving soda to the fiends

They think you hate your kitchen

My way was different

It was free, you shoulda paid attention

In prison, Megan was a food prep

Met a nigga that she liked

And got her shoes wet

Did his time, went home

And died from AIDS, that's what the news said

Seen it and got checked

HIV positive on her new test, damn

Hardest nigga rapping in my fuckin city

Most these niggas in the industry ain't fuckin with me

What the fuck

One of you labels need to come and get me

If not

I'll make money off a bricks

So I ain't fuckin tripping

I do this shit for my lil brother, nigga, yeah

I do this shit for my lil boys, nigga, yeah

Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead

I'll put this fuckin money on your head