Dead People Lyrics

Dead people

Dead people

I see a whole lot of dead people

Dead people

Whole lot of reaper shit

This Real Life

Oh

Know that bitch dead my reapers creep up on em

Tryna put that heat up on em

We be stalkin' till the morning

These niggas scared, bitch

Show me my opponent

I'll spin by my lonely

Bang that bitch out like Tony

Niggas, don't wann get it up

They just fakin' for they insta-snap

Drop like 60

That bitch got clapped

I'm tryin' to make a bitch take a nap

If you pussy, don't need you around

Ain't tryin' to spin, don't come give me dap

Realest stampin' shit

Ain't just for the rap

Since he want fame, put him on the map

These niggas pussy wann claim somethin', but ain't fuck with none on my side

Floating up a traffic, I'ma walk down cause I know my youngan gone slide

Make sure he dead

I'ma walk up

Tryin' to hit him three or four times

I be itchin' for the go

Stretch somethin'

If you slip, you lose your mind

These niggas pussy ain't popped nothin'

He ain't even one of my kind

Got caught slippin'

That was back then

Hoes had me in a bind

Tell em try it now, I'll blow it, bitch

Leave that hoe forever blind

Niggas dissin', Fully

I ain't kill for Nate

That shit, that got me hot

Pussy, bitch

Say he want smoke

Let him take a puff and watch him choke

Tryin' to make a pussy eat the floor

Stand over that bitch and cut his throat

I'm too cut throat, and that's Fashoo

If you ain't know, act like you know

Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' reaper

Don't you label me no goat

Yeah

I'm the one that taught them youngins how to spin

Call me the coach

I'm the one got your lil' brother gettin' it in

Showed him the ropes

I'm the one gon' run you down

And if you fall, give you some more

Bitch, we the ones sayin' free Raq

And if you try, we let it blow

Tell em free Nuk and he gon' run into a demon

I got some shit up in his chop ah

Make a fuck, nigga

Stop breathin'

I be tryin' to chill and stay on paper

But I'll spin

Give me a reason

Watch what you sayin'

Or lose your lip

Make him hold his

Mouth like he started teething

This murder shit give me a rush

Blow off his scalp and call it pleasing

You was just KTS

Niggas flippin' sides

But I tend to call it treason

They on the net like they got bodies

But shit ain't really what its seeming

Tell a pussy come onside

I'm tryin' to get it hot like a motherfuckin' heater

Oh

Know that bitch dead

My reapers creep up on him

Tryin' to put that heat up on him

We be stalkin' till the morning

Oh

These niggas scared, bitch

Show me my opponent

I'll spin by my lonely

Bang that bitch out like Tony

Yeah

Hey

Hey

Yeah

A lot of reaper shit

Yeah

Yeah

Nigga, Playa

Gone catch a facial

Boy

Yeah

Yeah

Dead people

I see dead people

I see a whole lot of dead people

Dead people

Yeah