Dead Mice lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Woo, yeah
AK Bandamont, n*gga (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Yeah
All I see is dead mice, dead mice
n*gga, free Chris, free Tom, free granddad, n*gga

[Chorus]
Yeah, all I see is dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, I'm clutchin' on that pole, I'm runnin' red lights
This b*tch keep callin' my phone, you givin' head, right?
Nah, the feds will not leave us alone, them n*ggas dead rights
See dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, I'm clutchin' on that pole, I'm runnin' red lights
I took off quick in the Hellcat, now we ahead, right?
Skrrt

[Verse]
I just bought a pint and drunk thе b*tch at once, I couldn't sip it
I fell in love with poppin' Pеrcs, I got addicted
Run in my granny kitchen and stole her pills when I was infant
They tried to tell me chill, but I couldn't, I was trippin'
Since lil' doggy moved OT, we kidnapped his son for ransom
They told brodie ten years, he started laughin', he ain't panic
b*tch, I pour the lean slow and watch it sit 'cause it's the essence
b*tch, I'm on the run, so the next b*tch I f*ck gettin' pregnant
Ayy, GBA, n*gga, 721, rich bums, woo, yeah
I gotta watch these hoes, don't never know who tryna set me up
This b*tch talk a lot, don't wanna hear you chat, just neck me up
My n*gga beat two homicides, my lil' n*gga Melly'd up
So even in the summertime, all my n*ggas Pelle'd up
I just stepped on a brick barefoot, I ain't lettin' up
Just slapped my di*k on a b*tch face, she wanna catch a nut
They hate me, I done put in too much work and they ain't catchin' me
White b*tch said she need the meth, I sold her ecstasy
This a Chrysler, but the b*tch a Hellcat, it sound heavenly
Hit some Perkies with Fetty Wap, pressed pills, so I ain't test these
They wonder how that n*gga lost his life, they better check the B's
Cool thirty this week off the fraud, so I can bless the fiends
Just pulled the dice out, hit three sevens, know I'm settin' each
I robbed a whole dice game, bro, this sh*t's easy
They sent brodie to the feds his fourth brick, but he was gettin' greedy
They know my face card in that bank 'cause I did 'em greasy
Pops got cookin', I became a trapstar, b*tch, I was gettin' busy
Two white hoes sniffin' cocaine, they just gettin' litty
Yeah, I got a bank on me
You catch a case and start singin' like Frank Ocean
Like I'm celebratin' a party, I got cake on me
Couldn't even trust my main mans, he turned snake on me
[Chorus]
Yeah, all I see is dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, I'm clutchin' on that pole, I'm runnin' red lights
This b*tch keep callin' my phone, you givin' head, right?
Nah, the feds will not leave us alone, them n*ggas dead rights
See dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, I'm clutchin' on that pole, I'm runnin' red lights
I took off quick in the Hellcat, now we ahead, right?
Skrrt