[Hook]

I told them dead guys I dont bury them

Nigga play with them

They gon’ have to bury him

Fuck with my dead guys

You's a dead guy

Fuck with my dead guys

You's a dead guy

[Verse 1]

Need to play with your bitch

Before you play with my money

I been, not, never let a nigga take shit from me

Bussing bout them dead guy

To you a dead guy

Fuck your chest

I'm aiming at your head now (head shot)

I've got a hundred sitting in the clip for you, actus

You niggas talking shit, who really not factus

I found a nigga, Dog I need it all bad

He don't bring it back

I'm a blow out his back

Play with my change

I'm a spray his brain

And leave the streets main

With a permanent stain

Let a Nigga play me

Who the fuck playin

You and your partner body

In the woods detain

[Hook]

I told them dead guys I dont bury them

Nigga play with them

They gon’ have to bury him

Fuck with my dead guys

You's a dead guy

Fuck with my dead guys

You's a dead guy

[Verse 2]

Pull up on the horse shoe

Let the choppers talk

When them yappers bark

Bodies get put in chalk

Now you niggers want to burse it

You use to curse me

Bitch I'm sipping gold bottles

You lil’ niggers thirsty

Still smoking bobby brown

I’m on Kaley green

Cup full a Nyquil

I’m on promethazine

You Niggas playin with yuh self

Playing with yuh elf

Fuck around and be a body playin with my wealth

I done had hard time

Was no hand outs

Play time, bed time

Was no planned routes

Just a journey to

All fake niggas shook

Speak the truth over hard [?] street

Niggas look, real crook

By the book

Never did I testify

AK 40 plenty shooters bitch

Don’t you kiss the fire

Cause these toaster gon’ burn you like toast

I’m smoking on this [?] from the west coast

[Hook]

I told them dead guys I dont bury them

Nigga play with them

They gon’ have to bury him

Fuck with my dead guys

You's a dead guy

Fuck with my dead guys

You's a dead guy

[Verse 3]

In the streets

Like the G’s

And the Most

We stay hustling

Like the foes

Pole club full a smoke

Nothing but the [?]lounge

Young Niggas throwin gang signs in the crowd

Champagne being pop

Bitches poppin’ ass

Boss nigga sipping at the glass, throwing cash

OS niggas watching from, the sidelines

Browns on their face see real nigga shine

Lambrigini got their mouth hanging like a monkey

Down [?] hoes fatter than a donkey

The whole club going up

On a Saturday

They party white liquor

Till the next day

Everyday I make a plate

Thats a chick day

And we living every damn day

Like it’s chick day

Stuntin like a baby

Flexin’ like i’m slim

Cash money nigga

Hustle but I’m [?]

Get yuh cake up

Get yuh pussy made up

Yow Niggas that’s yuh table with no food on they plate...bro

[Outro]

Damn, Shit

That ain't right my nigga

Yow..That’s fucked up

Very

Don’t fuck with my dead guys my nigga