Dead High Smokin 9

Tornado Kidd spinnin,
Let’s go

F*ck them n*ggas gang,
Roll em up cuz they dead,
If I finish this song,
Then I might go to the feds,
Mooki got traced,
T kinda sorta Bibby twin,
Fonte got creeped so did Durk and they was friends,
F*ck them n*ggas gang,
Roll em up when they dead,
Ay, n*gga boom, bleh,
Here come tornado kidd again,
Morturary boys
Shoveling dirt
To pad to pen
Go,
We all ready,
We finna spin that bitch again,
Ay,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Yeah yeah,
The first time they missed,
They doubled back to bust his head,
Mooki died in traffic,
So did Nine,
Twins,
I swore to god if I blow,
I’d stop sliding but I didn’t,
Boom Boom Boom Boom

F*ck them dead n*ggas,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
N*gga I know how the f*ck I’m rockin,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Ay f*ck them n*ggas gang,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Dead ass bitch,
F*ck them dead n*ggas

Ay,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Real head hitta,
Charles Jones a bitch,
Everybody say it with me,
Trey boy just came home that n*gga snitched,
This shit ridiculous,
He should have learned black and white from segregation,
But he didn’t,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Everybody say it with me,
Mitch thought he was fast enough to run away,
But he couldn’t,
He didn’t know the reaper was outside,
Waiting in the bushes,
Stupid n*gga ain’t cherish life,
Ah shit,
They took it,

F*ck them dead n*ggas,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Ay, alright,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Roll em up when they dead,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Choppa town n*gga,
Tornado Kidd spinnin’
Ay,
F*ck them dead n*ggas,
Real head hitta,
Trey boy just came home that n*gga snitched,
It’s ridiculous,
Charles and Tesman and Rick
All bitches,
They come home talkin bout Meech,
We smokin’ Mitch