Dead Trollz

That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy

Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)

(PlayBoy on this bitch)

Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up

I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something

Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come

Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'

I see murder in my eyes

Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line

Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'

In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga

Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga

Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga

Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that

Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag

Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas

See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em

Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers

Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em

Mask on, slang that heater

Man down, call the people

Got 'em tryna troll

Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature

I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter

Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher

Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga

Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?

Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us

As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you

That's two for one

Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'

Dead rapper

I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come

Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under

Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money

Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up

I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something

Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come

Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'

I see murder in my eyes

Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line

Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah

I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'

I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday

Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money

I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'

Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo

Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues

That nigga dead, tell me did he move?

All that he said was, "Watch the news"

Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two

It was two victims ain't make it through

California with hella pounds

Travel 'round with hella troops

I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch

Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too

Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you

All in Pampers, son set trippin' too

Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew

Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too"

Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset

Contagious whack

Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that

Correct that

Come correct, bitch, why you said that?

I already done addressed that

He had a show, tell me where the next at

I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho

Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more

We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo

My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke

Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up

I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something

Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come

Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'

I see murder in my eyes

Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line

Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'

I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row

Leave one dead, I leave one dead

D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home

Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome

Nigga try to go, then you do his ass

If you know me, you know I'm never home alone

Got XDs by the TV stand