Dead Weight lyrics

[Intro: Six Ward Von]
(11:11 Sound killed this one)
Get me in the headphones
Turnt up
Lookin' in the closet, man, this sh*t still got the tags on it
Celine fanny pack for my b*tch, I spent a bag on it

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
Uh, boy, that lil' sh*t you havin' ain't sh*t, I wouldn't brag on it
Caught a n*gga in his hood on his block, made him crash on it
If them b*tches get behind us, you better not stop, you better stab on it
She ain't have nothin' in the back, I put an ass on her
She ain't never f*ck with broke n*ggas, she gon' ho you if you grab on her
Boy, you better pay that lil' sh*t, don't look stupid if the tab on you
He be 'round this b*tch loose, he got a bag on him
Don't be confused when thеm boys put that fft on you

[Verse 2: MBK Boogz]
Ffah-ffah-ffah, heard them boys put the switch on you
Hе wasn't built for this sh*t, man, I heard he had the blick on him
I been trippin' through this b*tch, man, I'm finna drop a kit on 'em
If a n*gga try to touch my ice, then my boys gettin' on him
I been chillin' on the road eatin' healthy
I got my way with this sh*t, man, your b*tch just texted me
She on some freak sh*t, she wanna eat the di*k messy
She Boohdiddy on the di*k, goddamn, this b*tch blessed me
[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]
Blessed me like a pastor
I got n*ggas in the streets really gettin' active
Widebody 'Cat, you know we turn off the traction
This K'll separate your body, man, this b*tch do magic
(Man, this b*tch really do magic, n*gga)
Take a pic' with a thick b*tch, gon' beat her out the frame
This a 23, not a 19, they is not the same
I got a 23, I'm only nineteen, we are not the same
Soon as I touch a hundred, b*tch, I'm goin' to Johnny Dang

[Verse 4: Six Ward Von]
Fifteen-hundred-dollar Moncler just to dodge the rain
Make a n*gga stand still, see if he can dodge a K
Put a drizzy on a Sprinter van, but I'm not with Drake
n*gga, you a f*ckin' middleman, why I gotta wait?
You ain't even got no f*ckin' money, why you got a safe?
We ain't forget you told on that n*gga, what you gotta say?
We ain't gotta wait 'til we bump heads, you can die today
You gon' die right away, make you fly away

[Verse 5: MBK Boogz]
I'm finna hit the set, I'm finna cop a Goose
I do a song with Von and E, I get to talkin' loose
Quit actin' like the big dog, n*gga, who you talkin' to?
And if a n*gga miss a shot, my shooters fallin' through
I do the Gucci with the Bape, I don't care about this sh*t
My money stand tall, I don't care about a b*tch
Real money gettin' n*gga, yeah, I care about the flip
You shoot with your eyes closed, you don't care who you hit
[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
You just shootin' just to shoot, you ain't tryna hit the opps
n*gga, I'm an old-head, I put my money in my socks
Since you say you a down b*tch, put this money in your WAP
Then the b*tch got to stuffin', almost called her ass Doc
Get to shootin' out the window, ain't got time to roll it down
I be tired of bein' in the city, I be in and out of town
You gon' get your ass ejected, you keep steppin' out of bounds
P90 Five-seveN, n*gga, that's a lot of rounds, b*tch