Dead Guys ft. Bs Rich Lyrics

It's a show, hit the stage like it's a runway Fully fly, tunnel vision, maybe it's a hard way

Payday, PayPal, bitch keep your head down You know the feds round, my city mad town

Money I got, we gettin' slidin', get flipped, then park My drip like water park, my bitch wet like no bazaar

Ooh, nigga better play their part Ooh, he burnin' up my firearm

Pack him in bags of y'all My molly, we stashin' cigars

Pop my shit like bars Keep them stolen cars

I pull up on feetsie, my bitch pull up on fleekie Whole gang famous, beat these blocks, we bangin' Stainer

My whole gang famous, beat these blocks, we bangin' Stainer

I'm a madman, dead fly, pocket full of dead guys Treat me like the bad guy, movin' like a Jedi

Jet lag, Jackie Chan, kick her on my waistline FaceTime, FaceTime, FaceTime

Pocket full of dead guys, pocket full of dead guys Pocket full of dead guys, pocket full of dead guys

Pocket stuff with a couple G's I just served by the cup of fiends

Good stuff, got me Chinese, but I'm not a nigga off of four lanes

Pull up back to back in them strikers, day, day, ready, nigga, I ain't lyin

Big A.R. bite you like a lion, right where it's cold, callin' me titan

She got a new plug, he overseas My new bitch love to praise Jesus

Thirty days in the dope house, hit a change of lights Put that on B, I slide on you for the gang

Nigga sweet, snatch a chain If it's beef, Lord's brain

Big eye, GD, nigga, I'm insane

They testin' my patience They wanna see a nigga head explode

I'm up in that mode It's fuck everybody, anything goes

They testin' my patience They wanna see a nigga head explode

I'm up in that mode It's fuck everybody, anything goes

I'm a madman, dead fly Pocket full of dead guys

Treat me like the bad guy, movin' like a Jedi Jet lag, Jackie Chan, kick her on my waistline

FaceTime, FaceTime Pocket full of dead guys