Dead Men

I got racks dead men
I got racks dead men
I got racks dead men
I got racks dead men

I’m in the booth with no pen
Free my niggas in the pin
I tote f&ns
In case his life gotta end
I got myself till the end
Niggas be cap, pretend
I might spin again
I got racks dead men

I’m in the booth with no pen
Free my niggas in the pin
I tote f&ns
In case his life gotta end
I got myself till the end
Niggas be cap, pretend
I might spin again
I got racks dead men

Ion got no friends
Fuck you and yo mens
You got many men
Well I got plenty bands

Pull up Maybach Benz
With the 5%
And I came with twins
I’m taking 2 Glock Gens, uh

Don’t get yo face lifted
Don’t make me, make that trip
Don’t make me, hop out the whip
Don’t make me, empty the clip

I got this fye on my hip
I’m off the bean, don’t sip
I got racks, blue strips
I got racks, they crip

Lord protect from my friends
I’m protector of my kin
Lord forgive me I might sin
Just think what I could’ve been

I’m in the booth with no pen
Free my niggas in the pin
I tote f&ns
In case his life gotta end
I got myself till the end
Niggas be cap, pretend
I might spin again
I got racks dead men

I’m in the booth with no pen
Free my niggas in the pin
I tote f&ns
In case his life gotta end
I got myself till the end
Niggas be cap, pretend
I might spin again
I got racks dead men

I’m in the booth, no pen or pad
Niggas be cap, they going out sad
You chasing hoe, I’m chasing bag
If he diss, then we gone crash

If he diss, then we gone clash
Op niggas, don’t wanna see me spazz
My palms, itching like a rash
My palms, itching for that cash

Mhmm mhmm
Who sending shots at me
Who wanna be 6 feet
Who wanna beef with me

My niggas, creep for me
My niggas, tote heats for me
It be the cap for me
Niggas ain’t been in street

Choppa sing like Jodeci
It ain’t no hoe in me
This ain’t how it pose to be
I’m trynna keep a lil holy
(I’m trynna keep a lil holy)

I’m in the booth with no pen
Free my niggas in the pin
I tote f&ns
In case his life gotta end
I got myself till the end
Niggas be cap, pretend
I might spin again
I got racks dead men

I’m in the booth with no pen
Free my niggas in the pin
I tote f&ns
In case his life gotta end
I got myself till the end
Niggas be cap, pretend
I might spin again
I got racks dead men

I got racks dead men
I got racks dead men
I got racks dead men
I got racks dead men