"Dead Niggas" lyrics
Spinabenz & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa Lyrics
(feat. Greenlight)
[Spinabenz:]
Oh
Oh
Oh
Ayy
Go, go
Oh
Go (We finna smoke the opps)
Go
Ayy
(Drilltime, what you cooking up?)
If you don't want me saying, "Fuck dead niggas", don't die
And we still on Evergreen 'cause the opps don't slide
Say, La Cracka, he an alcy how his ass take shots
They say Teki ate shots
Netri died, his face dropped
Peedy ass took thirty-five, they was all K shots
Bro, let's go and do a drill and hit 'em all with face shots
They know if they on the block, we probably finna swing 'round
It's three choppers in this whip, we sprayin' ninety fuckin' rounds
Fuck them handguns, bitch, it's really goin' down
On my mama son, bitch, they know we ain't playin' 'round
They ain't even swinging back, we got too many fuckin' rounds
On that car and double back and we gon' tear that bitch down
Spray a hundred fuckin' rounds, everybody get low
Face shot the fucking driver, it ain't nowhere they could go
We on every fuckin' side, ain't nobody got no hope
If you swing through my shit, then that's exactly how it go
[Greenlight:]
Bitch, you ran down on who?
Bitch, I'm smokin' 52
Lot of shots, spray the whip, it hit the whole fucking crew
Niggas sent 'bout fifty shots and only hit me in the leg
If I send my fifty shots, then I'ma hit you in the head
Murder one, code red, make sure everybody dead
Greenlight the whole corner or whatever Spinz said
I ain't kill him if he died and he ain't get shot in the head
I know Doloo traumatized, he don't stop at lights that's red
[Spinabenz:]
We ain't stoppin' when we poppin' unless everybody dead
We ain't never copping pleas, niggas knowin' how we play it
Dead niggas don't talk, don't walk, they just layin'
Put a P in front of that, that nigga died 'cause he was playin'
Cut the L-A-Y, I told the nigga bitch to drop the pin
Put a S in front of pin, they like, "All he do is spin"
Add a dub and cut the S and P 'cause all we do is win
Know if you see me with Light and Leek, we probably finna bend
What's your name? Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister Spinabenz
What you did? Smacked a motherfucker with the MAC-10
[Greenlight:]
Hold up, Twin, where that Drac'? We finna spin and spin again
'Caught the last nigga walkin', hit his ass and hit his mans
Another nigga, he in Shands
Bro, just show me where the bands
I'm with Ducci, I'm with Man
Spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Why my name in they mouth? Nigga must be a fan
Put that flame at his house, bet that nigga come out then
Try to swing for some clout, bitch, we bangin' it out
We don't do no drive-bys, Jumpout Gang, we get out
Cracka lived, he survived, it's a shame they got out
Put that flame in his mouth, we tryna swing, they ain't out
[Spinabenz:]
These niggas already know what the fuck going on
Jumpout Gang, KuKu gang shit, man
I ain't on that weak-ass shit these niggas be on
Spin me some hoes
Like some clothes, they gon' fold (I know they gon' fold)
To the streets, I propose
These niggas know
Gang
Oh
Oh
Oh
Ayy
Go, go
Oh
Go (We finna smoke the opps)
Go
Ayy
(Drilltime, what you cooking up?)
If you don't want me saying, "Fuck dead niggas", don't die
And we still on Evergreen 'cause the opps don't slide
Say, La Cracka, he an alcy how his ass take shots
They say Teki ate shots
Netri died, his face dropped
Peedy ass took thirty-five, they was all K shots
Bro, let's go and do a drill and hit 'em all with face shots
They know if they on the block, we probably finna swing 'round
It's three choppers in this whip, we sprayin' ninety fuckin' rounds
Fuck them handguns, bitch, it's really goin' down
On my mama son, bitch, they know we ain't playin' 'round
They ain't even swinging back, we got too many fuckin' rounds
On that car and double back and we gon' tear that bitch down
Spray a hundred fuckin' rounds, everybody get low
Face shot the fucking driver, it ain't nowhere they could go
We on every fuckin' side, ain't nobody got no hope
If you swing through my shit, then that's exactly how it go
[Greenlight:]
Bitch, you ran down on who?
Bitch, I'm smokin' 52
Lot of shots, spray the whip, it hit the whole fucking crew
Niggas sent 'bout fifty shots and only hit me in the leg
If I send my fifty shots, then I'ma hit you in the head
Murder one, code red, make sure everybody dead
Greenlight the whole corner or whatever Spinz said
I ain't kill him if he died and he ain't get shot in the head
I know Doloo traumatized, he don't stop at lights that's red
[Spinabenz:]
We ain't stoppin' when we poppin' unless everybody dead
We ain't never copping pleas, niggas knowin' how we play it
Dead niggas don't talk, don't walk, they just layin'
Put a P in front of that, that nigga died 'cause he was playin'
Cut the L-A-Y, I told the nigga bitch to drop the pin
Put a S in front of pin, they like, "All he do is spin"
Add a dub and cut the S and P 'cause all we do is win
Know if you see me with Light and Leek, we probably finna bend
What's your name? Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister Spinabenz
What you did? Smacked a motherfucker with the MAC-10
[Greenlight:]
Hold up, Twin, where that Drac'? We finna spin and spin again
'Caught the last nigga walkin', hit his ass and hit his mans
Another nigga, he in Shands
Bro, just show me where the bands
I'm with Ducci, I'm with Man
Spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Why my name in they mouth? Nigga must be a fan
Put that flame at his house, bet that nigga come out then
Try to swing for some clout, bitch, we bangin' it out
We don't do no drive-bys, Jumpout Gang, we get out
Cracka lived, he survived, it's a shame they got out
Put that flame in his mouth, we tryna swing, they ain't out
[Spinabenz:]
These niggas already know what the fuck going on
Jumpout Gang, KuKu gang shit, man
I ain't on that weak-ass shit these niggas be on
Spin me some hoes
Like some clothes, they gon' fold (I know they gon' fold)
To the streets, I propose
These niggas know
Gang
