Quality Control & Lil Yachty
Dead Man Walking
[Intro]
Buddha bless this beat
B*t*h

[Verse 1]
Where my motherf**king sack?
Why them 20s in the front?
Why them 100s in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, gee I look like a bag
I'm a f**kin' millionaire, I meant it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma put a b*t*h on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your motherf**king friends, I'ma do it (Shoot)
I'm that n***a with the (Pew) AK, I'ma shoot it (Pew, pew, pew)
I got b*t*hes who in love like I'm Cupid (Damn, damn)
If a n***a cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid, yeah

[Chorus]
Dead man walking (Let's go)
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad b*t*h, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?

[Verse 2]
Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin
D**k have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin'
Only time a n***a sweat when a n***a joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Yo b*t*h a meat lover for the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean?

[Chorus]
You a dead man walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad b*t*h, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?