"Dead Flowers" lyrics
Boldy James & Antt Beatz Lyrics
Where we at?
Burning high grade, finna drop a five in a limeade
Taz pay walking out with pints at the Rite Aid
Baby so cold, she can't wait to let me slay her
Let me fuck for free, but the head so good I want to pay her
Know I'm having paper, leave a message at the dial tone
Richest street nigga that she ever laid her brows on
Trillest nigga out the drug zone, put on for the ghetto
$1,500 dunks on, stomping foreign pedals
Burberry on my collar with the light print
Feds know a nigga got a line on them ice chips
Hundred thousand or slips, niggas know we touching
Switches on all of the sticks, we be cobra clutchin'
Pythons for the snakes that had to mow the yard
Any nigga take a hit on blocks, he got to overcharge
All you ..., it's really us, I'm really from the one
Them niggas know with us, this shit come with a thunderstorm
Make it rain on your head, we giving lead showers
Left them in the landfill under dead flowers
To all my niggas coming home on the furlough
It's 227 to the motherfucking world blow
Same niggas, only worse, mega popular
Worldwide ma figures, we the mafia
The same niggas, only worse, mega popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
They pillow talk more than these hoes, they some gossipers
Long live my OG rock off of
Gang know I kept truer than a nigga
Still passing testers out at the soup kitchen
I got niggas out in ... killers in his ears
With fully autos, pop up on a nigga like a quiz
Welcome home, little Diddy
Long live Eric
Pinky ring sending cut stone, 10 carats
Everybody thug till the judge said bail
And they waking up handcuffed to a bed rail
Still folding lotto packs and them 12 twelves
Off-whites, same color as an eggshell
Free packs Tarantino from that fed cell
Had a long run, turned your city to a treadmill
Slow motion wind base up on that head hill
Got some blow stronger than them cases that the feds build
Make it rain on your head, we giving lead showers
Left them in the landfill under dead flowers
To all my niggas coming home on the furlough
It's 227 to the motherfucking world blow
Same niggas, only worse, mega popular
Worldwide ma figures, we the mafia
The same niggas, only worse, mega popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
Burning high grade, finna drop a five in a limeade
Taz pay walking out with pints at the Rite Aid
Baby so cold, she can't wait to let me slay her
Let me fuck for free, but the head so good I want to pay her
Know I'm having paper, leave a message at the dial tone
Richest street nigga that she ever laid her brows on
Trillest nigga out the drug zone, put on for the ghetto
$1,500 dunks on, stomping foreign pedals
Burberry on my collar with the light print
Feds know a nigga got a line on them ice chips
Hundred thousand or slips, niggas know we touching
Switches on all of the sticks, we be cobra clutchin'
Pythons for the snakes that had to mow the yard
Any nigga take a hit on blocks, he got to overcharge
All you ..., it's really us, I'm really from the one
Them niggas know with us, this shit come with a thunderstorm
Make it rain on your head, we giving lead showers
Left them in the landfill under dead flowers
To all my niggas coming home on the furlough
It's 227 to the motherfucking world blow
Same niggas, only worse, mega popular
Worldwide ma figures, we the mafia
The same niggas, only worse, mega popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
They pillow talk more than these hoes, they some gossipers
Long live my OG rock off of
Gang know I kept truer than a nigga
Still passing testers out at the soup kitchen
I got niggas out in ... killers in his ears
With fully autos, pop up on a nigga like a quiz
Welcome home, little Diddy
Long live Eric
Pinky ring sending cut stone, 10 carats
Everybody thug till the judge said bail
And they waking up handcuffed to a bed rail
Still folding lotto packs and them 12 twelves
Off-whites, same color as an eggshell
Free packs Tarantino from that fed cell
Had a long run, turned your city to a treadmill
Slow motion wind base up on that head hill
Got some blow stronger than them cases that the feds build
Make it rain on your head, we giving lead showers
Left them in the landfill under dead flowers
To all my niggas coming home on the furlough
It's 227 to the motherfucking world blow
Same niggas, only worse, mega popular
Worldwide ma figures, we the mafia
The same niggas, only worse, mega popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
