DEAD LOCCS lyrics

[Intro: Yus Gz & Los del Rio]
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Like, grrah, smokin' all deads, new opp, new opp)
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah-grrah)
Hey Macarena (Baow-baow)
Grrah, like, every opp shot, like, grrah
Smokin' all deads (Like, what, like, how?)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah (Like)
Like, EBS (Nazzy)

[Verse]
I got a beam on the gun with a drum (Like, what?)
Like, first one I see, b*tch, I'm leaving 'em done (Grrah-grrah)
Like, oh sh*t, like, he can't run (Don't run)
Lil Naz in the air, now his daughter a bum (Dumb bum)
Likе, JayRipK, that n*gga dumb (Like, what?)
Ok, we gon' smoke him a ton (Likе)
Bobby and Charlie and Zay got bunned (Like)
Bobby and Charlie and Zay got bunned (Shh)
Like dead loccs, on the set (On the set)
Naz caught one to his head and his chest (Head and his chest)
When we spinnin', we looking for Rec (Lookin' for what?)
Bobby did bad and went out on the steps (On the steps)
R.I.P. Rah, no, they didn't even step (Nah)
When I get to flockin', I put 'em to rest
EOS, GBG, Big EBS (Big EBS)
Like, I ain't even gon' say the rest (Nah)
Now, why you mad? 'Cause he gone ('Cause he what?)
Bro, they got hit and got put in a song (Diddy)
Diddy got shh—, now they balling alone (Like, what?)
They tryna call him, he ain't answer his phone (Nah)
They keep suckin' my di*k, bet I'd lower his tone (Like)
Smoking on Zay, caught two to the dome (Grrah-grrah)
Catch a PD then fly out to Rome (Fly out the what?)
b*tch, I'm on fifty, I stay with my chrome
Smoking Mezzy, b*tch, I'm deady (Like, what?)
JB confetti, by the deli
I know an opp that got poked in his belly (Like, what?)
Like Nas, b*tch, I'm toting my Smelly (Smelly)
She a wetty, blow on her belly (Like, what?)
She was just with it, then go to the Telly
Like I'm gon' dump, I don't care, b*tch, I'm ready (Grrah-grrah)
Ayo, Melly (Ayo, Melly)
Ayo, Mell, that's an opp right there (Like, what?)
I know brodie gon' click 'til he drop right there (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Spin through the Rey, all the cops right there (Like, what?)
I know Lotti gon' geek, go flock right there (Go flock)
Ayo, Sheemy, you a b*tch
Beam on a gun, I'm gon' turn him to Rip (Rippy)
300K, all that sh*t to my di*k
How yo' mans ran down for hittin' a b*tch? (Hittin' a b*tch)
Like, when I see you, I'm boomin' you, b*tch (Like, what?)
Bro off a Perky, losing his sh*t (He losin' his sh*t)
With the deuce, go coo' with the sh*t (Go coo' with the what?)
She feel a way then we boomin' the b*tch (Boomin' the b*tch)
300K, better move with this sh*t (Like)
Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your sh*t (Boomin' 'em)
300K, better move with this sh*t (Grrah)
Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your sh*t (Boomin' 'em)
Like, okay, Kay wanna play (Like, what?)
Rule number one, I can't go out like Blay (Can't go out like Blay)
New opps, me no say (Like, what?)
Tank tried to spin, now look at where he lay (Tanky)
Smokin' Bobby, still do to the face (Like, what?)
I bet I could put a Flocka in his place (Like, what?)
Smokin' Trey, wait I'm late (Like, what?)
When Jesse got shot he should've been a plate (Like, what?)
[Outro:Yus Gz &Los Del Río]
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Every opp shot)
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Nazzy, baow, baow)
Hey Macarena (Ay, like, every opp shot)