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Alamo Records - Dead Lyrics

[Intro]
(Its Kosfinger, baby)
(Its Kosfinger, baby)

[Chorus]
I'm tryna’ spin, leave a nigga dead
Fuck Rah, he got hit in the head
Sleepin' in the cab, be sure that’s his bed
I can't get on that shit, bitch, I want all the rec’
When we gon spin', better have a vest
If not, then you know that’s your ticket to death
Shooting with the .9 but it got a switch
Yeah, I ain't gon’ lie, shit shoot like a TEC, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yea, like I said, DD is back
Tryna’ reach for my chain, don't go out like Matt
I threw a shot and hit his back
Hop out the V, had them runnin' laps
Nigga, I was tryna’ pack me a Hat
Shot after shot, I was letting it clap
Free Dudeylo, yeah, he’ll soon bе back
Riding around with the shit on my lap
And brodie just called mе, said, he got the scat
Said one wrong move and he lettin' it clap
And you know this my brother, said it on the app
100, 200, it don't even matter
You can up knock, bet I up faster
I threw a shot, he got hit in the bladder, like, like (Ahh)
I said I threw a shot, he got hit in the bladder
[Verse 2]
And the whole summer, brodie had the ski on
Was throwin' at them but they didn't see em'
Shot after shot, he was tryna leave em'
He was hangin' out Vs, that boy, he a demon
Hit a new knock, this a new season
I spot an opp, brodie get to squeezin’
Can't go on this shit ‘cause they know I'm a star
Brodie told me, he needa make it far
One of my opps had a seizure on stage
And I'm mad he ain't died that day
That should've killed him, he alive, no way
Well, fuck it, I'm smokin' his deads in the grave
‘Cause y'all wanna go Notti crazy?
Oh, ight, bet, Lotti, Rah Rah, dead
Wanna go Edotty crazy?
Oh, ight, bet, Rippy, Nazzy, dead

[Chorus]
I'm tryna’ spin, leave a nigga dead
Fuck Rah, he got hit in the head
Sleepin' in the cab, be sure, that's his bed
I can't get on that shit, bitch, I want all the rec’
When we gon spin', better have a vest
If not, then you know that’s your ticket to death
Shooting with the .9 but it got a switch
Yeah, I ain't gon’ lie, shit shoot like a TEC
I-I'm tryna’ spin, leave a nigga dead
Fuck Rah, he got hit in the head
Sleepin' in the cab, be sure, that's his bed
I can't get on that shit, bitch, I want all the rec’
When we gon spin', better have a vest
If not then you know, that’s your ticket to death
Shooting with the .9 but it got a switch
Yeah, I ain't gon’ lie, shit shoot like a TEC (Yeah)
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