Dead Bands - Lil Poppa

Thanks, Yakree

I love them dead bands

Cool him, ain’t no joke or diss he wrote, I want his head then

Lovin' on that ho, she dropped the lo', now you a dead man

I want all the smoke, let’s kill the goat and turn his head in

Speak on that name, a body promise, bet that boy won’t say it again

Play that song once, I let it slide, you better not play it again

Days straight, nigga, fuck your partner, I’ll say it again

On the interstate ridin' with a Drac', I’ll up this bitch and break the wind

Never take your mask off, nigga tweakin'

Catch a body, then we leavin'

Bet that boy won’t last long 'cause we gon' lave that nigga bleedin'

Heard a nigga plottin' and talkin' 'bout steppin' on m

Ray Charles, I never seen him

Nigga gon' die wrestlin' me, my blicky never seen it

Nigga, what you on, though?

'Cause, bitch, we catch bodies too

Any nigga want smoke, I show him what this chopper do

doin' pop-ups, we pull up poppin' shots at you

No drive-by, we walked up, hit him too

Freaky bitch, she twenty-two, she do what I tell her to

I was eight with a .38, bitch, I’m twenty now with a 22

I’m talkin' 'bout my G-Lock, ten racks on me, posted with my crew

Screamin' fuck a hater, dyin' now or later

Nigga, pick a side 'fore we get at you

Boy, that child wild, he a wild child

So I’m walkin' with him, R.I.P.

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They better bow down 'cause I got now

Try to take it from me, now he on the news

Smokin', she in pound town

I ain’t cuffin' on her, pass her to the crew

Shut the town down, we gon' spin 'round

I’ma show a nigga what this 'matic do

I love them dead bands

Cool him, ain’t no joke or diss he wrote, I want his head then

Lovin' on that ho, she dropped the lo', now you a dead man

I want all the smoke, let’s kill the goat and turn his head in

Speak on that name, a body promise, bet that boy won’t say it again

Play that song once, I let it slide, you better not play it again

Days straight, nigga, fuck your partner, I’ll say it again

On the interstate ridin' with a Drac', I’ll up this bitch and break the wind

Fuck the police, free my twin

Don’t watch my pocket, 'cause you gon' meet my friend

You want him dead, put it on his head

Ain’t shit to make a call to Benjamin

Lincoln and Jefferson

I got a closet full of Washingtons that I been savin' for a rainy day

Doc don’t prescribe me nothin' less than tens

Can’t nothin' else take this pain away

She know I beat it up like 808, make her say, «Okay, okay»

You bang that K, you slang that K

He’ll pull up sober, he want that 'caine today

Say my name three times like Candyman, I’m comin'

Bitch, I ain’t came to play

Why these niggas laughin' like shit funny?

Bitch, I ain’t Damon Wayans

I don’t bang with them, so I don’t chase

Don’t do no drinkin', but it’s all straight

I don’t trust niggas, my dog fake

Better buckle up, 'cause well like Allstate

Know we done crashed niggas, literally

Dead bodies in them hallways

Shooters shoot, don’t call plays

Ten toes down, I’ma stand on all eight

I’ma bust it wide open at the Heaven gate

Let 'em spread rumors, I don’t set 'em straight

Told her spread it, let me bust

Say she bleedin', she been eatin' dick for days

I do not believe in opps, 'cause once one of them niggas drop

Niggas grab a badge and turn to cops

Bitch say I’m hot, I burned the block

That’s them right there, bruh, turn the car

That loafin', you get turned to star

I’m high as Venus, don’t get turned to Mars

See he tried this and then got turned to bars

Free my main man

Before a nigga wanted stripes, we was earnin' ours

Man, let’s work this gameplan

You get a bond, you’ll be home tomorrow