Dead Homies

YOUNG CHRIS
Uh, official lord nigga Tilly
Official lord nigga Tilly
Official lord nigga Tilly, one to the districts
Drops you niggas on the neck, and now Im back in the streets,
Nigga play the hit, they got a high class freak! (X2)
A1 if I need to show her how to shoot the metal
When she moving through the kettle.
Had to take them with the shovel,
Leave them under with the devil
On my new Philly... knew a hustler never settle.
Hitting every target, keep riding, nigga pedal
Hit them rock, hit them slop, hit the chops on my level
Duffle bag to the shooter, spin the ...
Show them how a nigga moving, If a nigga gets to shoot in.
I put this on lame, motherfucker, we aint losing!
Its my automatic.... hit them hard, hit them low
Show them how to shit the dough,
Nigga trying to get the dough
Im a product of the street with some writers with the heat
Lay back, smoke my weed... on the beat!
Motherfuckers!
Hook: (x2)
Man, I put that on the dead homies
All I know is get that bread, homie
Got a pocket full of dead homies
(Lets get them!)
And Imma get them to til dead homies!
Gun shots in the morning I wake up to the sound,
I quickly grab my hammer, bitch tell me, calm down!
If theyre talking beef, I quickly swerve them like a butler
Im riding through the city like I own this motherfucker!
They hate the way I roll, but these niggas cant stop it
Stash cracked opened, got this hammer Im popping.
Son asked me, daddy, why are you riding with that gun?
Im like, these nigga hating trying to kill a nigga son,
But youre protected, arent you?
Watch me kill them in a second!
Homie turned snitch, so I guess it was a lesson.
A cold blunt, so I guess this rich feared his ending.
He turned 14, I bet my son will get his Bentley.
My daughter get that Ashton, bitch get thee Rolex
The homies Panemeras, and my momma get the glow.
The rollie full of ice, so I guess time froze
At the dinners in 8 months, so no feelings are exposed.
Dead homies!
Hook: (x2)
Man, I put that on the dead homies
All I know is get that bread, homie
Got a pocket full of dead homies
(Lets get them!)
And Imma get them to til dead homies!
Put it to the set, boy, and Im finally clean
Igniting on the scene like a batch of metham
A hot blur on me, and some Codeine
Shoot it out slow, marching with the police.
Get that money lately, know that they dont like it
(Dont like it!)
Running up a check, bitch, stop fighting!
I do it for my niggas, when they got...
Talking about that money, know Im driving.
Hook: (x2)
Man, I put that on the dead homies
All I know is get that bread, homie
Got a pocket full of dead homies
(Lets get them!)
And Imma get them to til dead homies!