"DEADSTOP" lyrics
Fukkit, Y$57 & Towa Lyrics
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Bitch it's pray for peace
Flow is sick, might need prescription
I like watching bodies fall
Think I have a strange addiction
Who the fuck gon' fuck with me?
Y'all ain't fitting that description
Treat these rappers like my sons
I just make 'em sit and listen
Treat these bitches like my bitches
I just make 'em clean the kitchen
P for P, I might DDT
They head into submission
I don't know what the fuck you thought
I'm in it for the riches
Fuck the fame, all that shit is lame
Tha-Tha-That is not my business
I'm a stupid motherfucka'
Bodies in the trunka'
My vehicle, it's unbelievable
I'm like no other
It's the Gamble Rap General-General
Y'all should take some cover
Bombs, they gon' hit the floor
Turn your home to rubble
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Fuck this life I want it easy
Everybody's fucking greedy
I make bangers so they need me
Everybody wanna get a handout needy
I need a genie
Um
'Cause this life getting hard, I don't know how to cope
Ain't no money I'm broke, I'm pleading
And I'm sitting with only 2 bucks in my pocket
Bitch I am not eating
Working all day, I don't sleep
Shopping so little bitch I am so cheap
Never eat out in the street
Only got so many sheets
Bitch give me something to eat
I'm so fucking broke
I can't buy me a fucking snack or treat
Money always low
And I'm still standing ten toes on my feet
Got a ski mask in a black van
Don't give a fuck 'bout yo shit but my own bag
Bitch I'm feeling hungry with a big mac
Pray for peace, you a pussy, all big cat
Don't fuck with us, I don't trust, on a buck
Money tuck on us, I get much with a luck
Got a gun, I'm 'a bust, if you test on us
I'm 'a put these motherfuckers in a grave, no rush
Lil bitch
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Bitch it's pray for peace
Flow is sick, might need prescription
I like watching bodies fall
Think I have a strange addiction
Who the fuck gon' fuck with me?
Y'all ain't fitting that description
Treat these rappers like my sons
I just make 'em sit and listen
Treat these bitches like my bitches
I just make 'em clean the kitchen
P for P, I might DDT
They head into submission
I don't know what the fuck you thought
I'm in it for the riches
Fuck the fame, all that shit is lame
Tha-Tha-That is not my business
I'm a stupid motherfucka'
Bodies in the trunka'
My vehicle, it's unbelievable
I'm like no other
It's the Gamble Rap General-General
Y'all should take some cover
Bombs, they gon' hit the floor
Turn your home to rubble
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Fuck this life I want it easy
Everybody's fucking greedy
I make bangers so they need me
Everybody wanna get a handout needy
I need a genie
Um
'Cause this life getting hard, I don't know how to cope
Ain't no money I'm broke, I'm pleading
And I'm sitting with only 2 bucks in my pocket
Bitch I am not eating
Working all day, I don't sleep
Shopping so little bitch I am so cheap
Never eat out in the street
Only got so many sheets
Bitch give me something to eat
I'm so fucking broke
I can't buy me a fucking snack or treat
Money always low
And I'm still standing ten toes on my feet
Got a ski mask in a black van
Don't give a fuck 'bout yo shit but my own bag
Bitch I'm feeling hungry with a big mac
Pray for peace, you a pussy, all big cat
Don't fuck with us, I don't trust, on a buck
Money tuck on us, I get much with a luck
Got a gun, I'm 'a bust, if you test on us
I'm 'a put these motherfuckers in a grave, no rush
Lil bitch
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
