Deceased lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito]
Mob tie sh*t, n*gga
You know how we rockin', n*gga
Fifty gang sh*t, n*gga
b*tch we slidin' on front street, n*gga
You know how we rockin', n*gga
Call your [?], n*gga
Where the f*ck you got [?], n*gga

[Hook: Slimesito and Fluhkunxhkos]
Ay, pull up on a n*gga now he deceased (For real)
Drive down, leave his ass in the street (On gang)
Dupe out the n*gga now his ass deceased (Bluh)
Mob tie, I got choppas when I sleep
My young n*ggas shootin' for a fee (You know it)
All my young n*ggas move in the skreet (What?)
Glock 9 on me seven days a week
Got some shooters hoppin' out that Jeep (Shoot)
Mob tie, you approach a n*gga, ain't sh*t sweet (At all)
Brand-new Glick, it's a 43 (43)
Take your b*tch, now that hoe gon' trap for me (On gang)
Dupe out a n*gga, now he not a fiend (Bluh)
You don't want war, you n*ggas can't compete (You know it)
Cut him down bad, now he lunch meat (On gang)
I got some shooters and they from D.C
Shoot his ass up, put him on TV (Bluh, bluh)
[Verse: Slimesito and Fluhkunxhkos]
Knock his ass off, put him on the T (For real)
Slidin' in broad day, right on front street (Slime)
Wrap his ass up, toss him in the 'kreet (What)
n*gga, you ain't gang, n*gga, that sh*t weak (On gang)
If you ain't gang, then we can't [?] (On gang)
Caught his ass lackin' at the [?] (Lackin')
[?] and I got a MP ([?])
Just do the drill and the M3
Kick your front door, then I up the heat (Get down)
n*gga where yo' ass at, n*gga y'know I have the key (For real)
I shot sticks when I was 15 (Sticks)
Dupe out a n*gga, put him on [?]
I got your main b*tch on the knees (You know it)
Shoot a f*ck n*gga right out his sleeves (On gang)
Took his ass off at the BP (Slime)
Ride his ass, then I ride his old Jeep

[Hook: Slimesito and Fluhkunxhkos]
Ay, pull up on a n*gga now he deceased (For real)
Drive down, leave his ass in the street (On gang)
Dupe out the n*gga now his ass deceased (Bluh)
Mob tie, I got choppas when I sleep
My young n*ggas shootin' for a fee (You know it)
All my young n*ggas move in the skreet (What?)
Glock 9 on me seven days a week
Got some shooters hoppin' out that Jeep (Shoot)
Mob tie, you approach a n*gga, ain't sh*t sweet (At all)
Brand-new Glick, it's a 43 (43)
Take your b*tch, now that hoe gon' trap for me (On gang)
Dupe out a n*gga, now he not a fiend (Bluh)
You don't want war, you n*ggas can't compete (You know it)
Cut him down bad, now he lunch meat (On gang)
I got some shooters and they from D.C
Shoot his ass up, put him on TV (Bluh, bluh)