[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
Wop, wop, wop
Bitch, on the dead homies

[Chorus]
N***a, dead homies (FBeat producing all the heat)
I been sliding with this lead on me (Skrrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we want heads only (Buh, buh)
Dead homies, told lil' baby put that head on me (Put that head on me)
You know I don't want no pussy, just want head only (Ayy)
Dead homies, play with who? Catch a dead homie (Catch a dead homie)
I got this n***a baby mama tryna spread on me (Tryna spread on me)
Dead homies, press who? I got that FN on me (On the dead homies)
You the type of n***a lying on your dead homies
Dead homies, ayy (Bitch, ayy, ayy)
Every time you see me out you know a n***a got that shit on me, ayy (I got that shit on me)
Why he mad? I don't know, probably 'cause this n***a bitch on me, ayy ('Cause his bitch on me)
Play with who? Pop out, you know a n***a got that stick on me, ayy (These n***as tripping)
And if he pick on me, then put that clip on him, n***a

[Verse]
Lil' baby sucking dick like she getting paid (Like she getting paid)
I just dropped some Wocky in the lemonade (In the lemonade)
We'll chase a n***a down in designer jeans (Chase him down)
I can't work no 9 to 5, I want the finer things (I want the finer things)
Ayy, shots poppin' out the AR (Boom, boom)
Grip the wood up on that Draco just like a skateboard
Ayy, Fenix Flexin, yeah, I break whores (Yeah, I break whores)
Send 'em out of state, lil' n***a, 'cause they make more ('Cause they make more)
Ayy, bitch, I'm on it, yeah, I'm really poppin' (Yeah, I'm really poppin')
Talkin' out his top, we hit his top, left that n***a topless (Brrt)
We got fifty round drums for n***as who be boxing (Buh, buh)
Lil' baby run a marathon like she came from Slauson (Marathon)
Only thing I know is get it, I don't got a option (Gotta get it)
I been getting hella cheese, I am not Wisconsin (Ooh)
I won't give a bitch shit, she just got the Johnson (Johnson)
I think I fucked her too good, I got a guilty conscience (I got a guilty conscience)
What you finna do when them bullets launching? (What you gon' do?)
Is you gon' up that bitch and dump or proceed with caution? (Ooh)
My lil' n***a had a meeting with the locksmith (Bitch)
He gon' clean your house like he Mary Poppins (Clean that shit up)
Bitch, I'm very poppin' (Very poppin')
You know I'm a child of God, but the Devil knockin' (Child of God, n***a)
Bitch, get up out my face, all that extra talking (Get up out of here)
If you ain't paying, you ain't staying, get to walking, bitch
I be on tip like a point guard (I be on tip)
Lil' baby say I fuck her so good like a pornstar
I was worried 'bout some bands, not report cards
Me and forcers slidin' blicked up in a foreign car (Slidin')
Ayy, 'cause it get like that
And if them n***as get right, we gon' get right back
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I'm tryna flip my pack
And I ain't never been no cat but I'ma get my stacks, n***a (Stacks, ooh)
Ayy, on the real though (On the real though)
Yeah, my dick big like a dildo (Dildo)
Chopper get to poppin', make a n***a do a heel-toe
Knew I'd be a n***a ever since I was in velcroes
[Chorus]
N***a, dead homies (FBeat go crazy)
I been sliding with this lead on me (Skrrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we want heads only (Buh, buh)
Dead homies, told lil' baby put that head on me (Put that head on me)
You know I don't want no pussy, just want head only (Just want head only)
Dead homies, play with who? Catch a dead homie (FBeat producing all the heat, catch a dead homie)
I got this n***a baby mama tryna spread on me (Tryna spread on me)
Dead homies, press who? I got that FN on me (On the dead homies)
You the type of n***a lying on your dead homies
Dead homies, ayy (Bitch, ayy, ayy)
Every time you see me out you know a n***a got that shit on me, ayy (I got that shit on me)
Why he mad? I don't know, probably 'cause this n***a bitch on me, ayy ('Cause his bitch on me)
Play with who? Pop out, you know a n***a got that stick on me, ayy (These n***as tripping)
And if he pick on me, then put that clip on him, n***a