[Intro]
Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?

[Chorus]
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head, bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by

[Verse 1]
Pull up and make me a hit on a n***a
Keep talkin' that shit 'bout a n***a
We with all that shit and we keep all the sticks with a n***a
These n***as be really some bitches
Been had a check on me n***a
I been had your bitch with me n***a
She been had a friend with her n***a
We been had a threesome lil n***a
We been had lil minute, lil n***a, like
All of this money on me, you know I got be havin' my way
All this horsepower I'm havin', can't help put speed, hit the gas and get sideways
All this attention I'm gettin', I hate take a pic, it's a pool, not a photo, uh
All these lil bitches I'm hittin', they havin' some paper, I can't fuck a broke ho
We do not talk in the phones, she bounce on the dick up and down like a pogo
Pourin' up in styrofoam, I'm sippin' on drank and I doubled the Solos
The tee is Givenchy, no Polo
Diamonds dance on my chest like a go-go
Robbin' me, that's a motherfuckin' no-no
[Chorus]
Okay I pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head, bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by

[Verse 2]
All of these n***as be lame, all of these n***as be hatin'
I'm whatever that come with the fame
I'm with whatever that come with my name
Poppin' a perc and whatever for pain, yeah (Derez De'Shon)
Came in the Range, yeah
Ain't got a brain, yeah
Might go insane
All of my n***as, they bang
Blue and red flags when I came, I know the team
Put on the chain, got a lil fame
But I still be in the trenches with robbers and killers, just doin' my thing
All of my n***as the same
I keep it simple and plain
Big body, switchin' the lanes
Pour up in Minute Maids
If you ain't ride or die, n***a you dead to me
Got some n***as on your side who'll bring your head to me
N***as keep talkin' that beef, better be ready for it
I swear to God my n***as ridin', you'll be dead tomorrow
[Chorus]
Okay I pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head, bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by