[hook]:
We rolling dead opps
Twin glickos wit brodie gone make ur bed rock
Fuck on ur wifey gone bend her over make her legs lock
The Choppas got scopes and extensions bitch we aim for head shots
Take his life away this notta game just call me deadshot
On 2-1 thats nightingale bsg thats who i rock wit
These other suckas goofy be hella pussy ain't gone pop shit
2 Glocks spit go through his ribs lil brodies top split
I ain't really fucking wit bro if ur bro ain't finna slide shit
[verse 1]:
Aye s/o all my cuddies who throwin up 1-7
Uppin the score we spin it back we let them shots bless em
Diomands be shiney it keep me chilly i let my neck stress em
Call up the reverend god preachin be his best blessing
We rolling dead opps
Twin glickos wit brodie gone make ur bed rock
Fuck on ur wifey gone bend her over make her legs lock
The Choppas got scopes and extensions bitch we aim for head shots
Take his life away this notta game just call me deadshot
[verse 2]:
Ebk yk what that means shit getting critical
He talking then we sliding now he dead its like a ritual
Bukky come n love me told her nah cause yall be typically
Got blowers for the boxing we boxed em ain't talkin physical
The fit worth a hunnid but when i started it was zero
She call me saying bukky im in trouble weres my hero
I told her idk cause i be pimpin ion need hoes
Rudolph my beams be on point he gotta red nose
[verse 3]:
Aye franko u really be cappin u never on shit
Snitching on ur bro riding papers u be opp shit
U be saying 2-1 but never sliding when we got pop shit
Stop bitch
U jumping and crying when u heard Glock rip
He ain't 2-1 on 2-1 he really gone get me pissed off
My neck be on frozen ain't talking elsa call me cristoph
I ain't can't wait till brodie out the pen cause we gone blitz dawg
He bitch made on ebk he talking this tuff shit
Just like a phone ill call em up and get em touched bitch
Its bukky who u playing wit im really wit that fuck shit
Walk up in the club im feeling dangerous wit them drum sticks
Im turnt if u talkin out ur neck ill really buss shit
Dumb bitch
Watch where u stepping youll be a victim
Feeling wavey in the stu i popped a percy now im trippin
Stg i do it sober i be itching for a mission
We gone get em we gone rip em cook em up like he was dinner
[hook]:
We rolling dead opps
Twin glickos wit brodie gone make ur bed rock
Fuck on ur wifey gone bend her over make her legs lock
The Choppas got scopes and extensions bitch we aim for head shots
Take his life away this notta game just call me deadshot
We rolling dead opps
Twin glickos wit brodie gone make ur bed rock
Fuck on ur wifey gone bend her over make her legs lock
The Choppas got scopes and extensions bitch we aim for head shots
Take his life away this notta game just call me deadshot
On 2-1 thats nightingale bsg thats who i rock wit
These other suckas goofy be hella pussy ain't gone pop shit
2 Glocks spit go through his ribs lil brodies top split
I ain't really fucking wit bro if ur bro ain't finna slide shit
[verse 1]:
Aye s/o all my cuddies who throwin up 1-7
Uppin the score we spin it back we let them shots bless em
Diomands be shiney it keep me chilly i let my neck stress em
Call up the reverend god preachin be his best blessing
We rolling dead opps
Twin glickos wit brodie gone make ur bed rock
Fuck on ur wifey gone bend her over make her legs lock
The Choppas got scopes and extensions bitch we aim for head shots
Take his life away this notta game just call me deadshot
[verse 2]:
Ebk yk what that means shit getting critical
He talking then we sliding now he dead its like a ritual
Bukky come n love me told her nah cause yall be typically
Got blowers for the boxing we boxed em ain't talkin physical
The fit worth a hunnid but when i started it was zero
She call me saying bukky im in trouble weres my hero
I told her idk cause i be pimpin ion need hoes
Rudolph my beams be on point he gotta red nose
[verse 3]:
Aye franko u really be cappin u never on shit
Snitching on ur bro riding papers u be opp shit
U be saying 2-1 but never sliding when we got pop shit
Stop bitch
U jumping and crying when u heard Glock rip
He ain't 2-1 on 2-1 he really gone get me pissed off
My neck be on frozen ain't talking elsa call me cristoph
I ain't can't wait till brodie out the pen cause we gone blitz dawg
He bitch made on ebk he talking this tuff shit
Just like a phone ill call em up and get em touched bitch
Its bukky who u playing wit im really wit that fuck shit
Walk up in the club im feeling dangerous wit them drum sticks
Im turnt if u talkin out ur neck ill really buss shit
Dumb bitch
Watch where u stepping youll be a victim
Feeling wavey in the stu i popped a percy now im trippin
Stg i do it sober i be itching for a mission
We gone get em we gone rip em cook em up like he was dinner
[hook]:
We rolling dead opps
Twin glickos wit brodie gone make ur bed rock
Fuck on ur wifey gone bend her over make her legs lock
The Choppas got scopes and extensions bitch we aim for head shots
Take his life away this notta game just call me deadshot
( 2100Bukky )
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