Dead Trollz - LiRye26k

That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa) (PlayBoy on this bitch) Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em Mask on, slang that heater Man down, call the people Got 'em tryna troll Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga? Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you That's two for one Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin' Dead rapper I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin' I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin' Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues That nigga dead, tell me did he move? All that he said was, "Watch the news" Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two It was two victims ain't make it through California with hella pounds Travel 'round with hella troops I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you All in Pampers, son set trippin' too Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too" Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset Contagious whack Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that Correct that Come correct, bitch, why you said that? I already done addressed that He had a show, tell me where the next at I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row Leave one dead, I leave one dead D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome Nigga try to go, then you do his ass If you know me, you know I'm never home alone Got XDs by the TV stand

Sad Pony Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it, that's cash in my pockets That's cash, 100, you need that? I got it Need it, got it, cash, pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it, that's cash in my pockets That's cash, 100, you need that? Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty 6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina Riding in a two-seater with two ninas Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck Told her she could get Chanel, if she let my friends fuck Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck Vroom, vroom, G5 Vroom, vroom, we high You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like You a type of bitch that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar bill, come get her Even your man know Nickis do it better I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me Always on my page, never double-tap, like me Baddies to my left and my right Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh) He a slave to this pussy, call me master Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta" They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr) Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin' They keep hatin', but still watchin' Check the boards, I'm still toppin' Bustdown or plain jane, I got options It's a bunch of mini-mes, I'm the one they mockin' Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin' When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin') When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin' Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast He singin' my old song yellin', "Ass, ass, ass" They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a 100 like the number on my dash, dash, dash That real ass ain't keep your nigga home

Sad Pony Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it, that's cash in my pockets That's cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it Need it, got it, cash, pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it, that's cash in my pockets That's cash, one hundred, you need that? Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty 6ixtynine the nine neena Riding in a two-seater with two ninas Baby, got that Aquafina, it's cocaina Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like You the type of bitch that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Boomin' at your man, now we boomin' at his mata Split his fucking wig, bust it open like piñata He tryna put in mi culo, real fat gato When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco All my niggas out of town, moving all that blanco I ain't letting up on you bitches say uncle Still the baddest bitch, quarantining in mi casa Talking all that shit but you bitches ain't saying caca Uh, a flock of birds, waka All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh) He a slave to this pussy, call me master Real wet, I said "Slurp it like it's pasta" They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr) Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass" They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

Black is the color for the dead inside me Red is the one for our love "No one will hurt you," he said and left me "No one will hurt you, I promise" Counting the days, the nights till it's over Counting the lights and the stars All I want is to sacrifice my body, my heart, and my soul Leave the dead that you left behind you Leave the mess you made in your secret garden now Just an angel will keep all your sorrow Just a cloud and the air and the river So shallow Leave the dead that you left behind you Leave the mess you made in your secret garden now Just an angel will keep all your sorrow Just a cloud and the air and the river So shallow (Leave the dead)