Deadman Lyrics

Got her Birkin bags

But in real life it ain't making a difference

All y'all see is deadmen

Where the love at, I'm way more than my digits

I rock Raf on Raf

But in real life half my shit thrifted

Young captain spazzed

Guess the stu gotta be my ship then

We so up, fillin' the vault up with them bangers

X on X on X, that's how we bangin'

I stick close to my main thang, leave a bad ho hangin'

I don't post on my main page, I been busy training

Uh, we don't do flexing, no, no

Cause all of y'all finna go copy the flow

I told 'em it's go time, let's go

We on some waves you ain't heard of before

Yeah, rackies they all in my coat

Gotta check pockets before I change clothes

Bad ho said she love Symo

Don't do no groupies, so pass her to bro

Yeah, Yung Symo, Yung Symo, Yung Symo

That's that lil birdie that's right on my shoulder

My young woadie said get you grind up

Told him to match it but not talkin' roll up

Bitches they all on my line

Wish I could mute 'em like the Click controller

Flick up in my merchandise

Like honestly, I couldn't get any colder

True, true, true

What's next?

How bout how I play the best

How bout how I'm getting checks

But we is not talkin' bout chess

I'm steady just getting correct

Diamonds they all on my neck

My money blue just like my texts

In my big lamb truck

Where the ops can't catch us

I done tinted the glass

Cops on my ass but they ain't gon' catch up

I couldn't give two fucks

All y'all be so extra

Big Symo raps like he chasing the bag, he gotta be next up

Got her Birkin bags

But in real life it ain't making a difference

All y'all see is deadmen

Where the love at, I'm way more than my digits

I rock Raf on Raf

But in real life half my shit thrifted

Young captain spazzed

Guess the stu gotta be my ship then

We so up, fillin' the vault up with them bangers

X on X on X, that's how we bangin'

I stick close to my main thang, leave a bad ho hangin'

I don't post on my main page, I been busy training