Dead World ft. Haddyweez Lyrics

It's one hundred and eight, DMG, you know what that mean to me

I'm in the hood smokin' dope just peepin' out the scenery

Millionaire in the makin', bitch, that's what I dream to be Just fought out all the diamonds And my G's speezy

Pourin' up that Easter pink, tryna fight the pain, but it don't go away

Lord brought with me

Posted up, with a throwaway,

Bitch, I stay focused what the fuck, that's how I'm posting

Stay, I'm headed to the end zone, just hit me with the open play

If you get in the sauce, you can't get lost

You gotta know your way

I go to Dr. Ross I got a cough, I need a dose today

I told the A, what's up? I'm tryna fuck what I'm supposed to say

Bitch, I ain't no lame, I know the game now I'ma post a play

Bitch, and I'm playin' it well

Been at that store, we get back shots

My homie just came out the cell

He back in the hood on the back block

Man, I remember the nights I was out in the cold in the trap spot

They askin' me who I'm doin' it for I tell them the struggle to have knots

That's cause I know what it feel like to be down to your last love

You wasn't there when a nigga was broke, but now you here, don't add up

I'm in the G, ride bumpin' star

We meet the money at Bad Luck

I'm just tryna get my cash up I'm watchin' out for the black truck

What's the meaning? Please don't let it be a reason

My nigga's squeezin' Stretch you like a limousine and

You probably feenin' for Haddyweez

it's Haddy season You probably feenin' for Haddyweez, it's Haddy season

Fuck y'all niggas' thoughts, man We workin' ABDMG, man This our season, nigga Yeah We let y'all do what y'all want and it's over now, nigga

Gang, doggy

Haddyweez got the banger tucked

You ain't talkin' money, better hang it up ABDMG, runaway gang, yeah, bang it up

Niggas ain't feel pain with us, so fuck naw They can't hang with us

Got a hood bitch with a lil' butt If she came to fuck, I don't give a fuck

Lil' niggas tryna make a buck Sellin' weed, pills, lean, ain't do dust

Call Young, call YH, call B-Luck, call Money Up

Fuck niggas don't want it, bruh

Claimin' that they got they money up

G-Rod, bout four D, rockin' black flags, tell him run it up

Hoodie season right around the corner Tryna snatch a gift for a son or daughter

Y'all niggas keep stretchin' just for some free time outta hot water

Bad bitch with the bag on her, give me what I order, don't get out of order

Need it now, not a minute later

Hit my Spanish chick like '

Front of mud like Corda Waters

Now I'm up in half like Michael Jordan

Point guard, guard, air guard, facilitate, that's another score