Nice Flaco - DEAD AND GONE

Why would I run and fuck up my heart
Brodie the ooter he blow him apart
She know the lyrics she singing my song
Pray to my knocker we get along
Sending him up he dead and he gone
Why would I run and fuck up my heart
Brodie the ooter he blow him apart
She know the lyrics she singing my song
Pray to my knocker we get along
Sending him up he dead and he gone
Like I'm tryna catch me a pack
First one I see in the spot he get packed off
I know brodie can get through the front way
So I know I can spin through the back door
Like why are you taking your mask off
They won't believe what I did with no mask on
Like they want me dead in a casket
Fuck that I ain't ready to die
We like Kobe and Shak I shoot like I'm curry
I'm tryna go catch me a three
Red light green light red light green light
no more light when you run in to me
Baba line me she wanna see
Off a 30 I'm tryna geek
My song is still on repeat
I'm dead and gone but still in the street
Why would I run and fuck up my heart
Brodie the ooter he blow him apart
She know the lyrics she singing my song
Pray to my knocker we get along
Sending him up he dead and he gone
Like why would I run and fuck up my heart
Brodie the ooter he blow him apart
She know the lyrics she singing my song
Pray to my knocker we get along
Sending him up he dead and he gone
Like how could a worry bout ops
Like we know the reason the never outside
They wanna be me they know that I'm lit a regular day in the life
Off the meddies I was deady
Call the medics I got to survive
Shorty listen you hear what I'm saying
I know that they playing me dead or alive
Can't turn around now but I'm watching my back
Like tell me who riding for real
My and my Ooter geeked off a perc
Like buddy might die for a pill
Used to struggle to get me a meal
Fuck that now I'm touching a mill
Used to nobody knowing my name
Now fuck it I'm signing a deal
Baba line me she wanna discuss me
Push up on him and hop out the front seat
Like I ain't no regular demon
Try fight me I turn him to dust
That's cuddy know I can trust
Upping the score if he touch one of us
And they want me dead in a coffin
Fuck that they ain't burying me
Why would I run and fuck up my heart
Brodie the ooter he blow him apart
She know the lyrics she singing my song
Pray to my knocker we get along
Sending him up he dead and he gone
why would I run and fuck up my heart
Brodie the ooter he blow him apart
She know the lyrics she singing my song
Pray to my knocker we get along
Sending him up he dead and he gone

Written by:
Carlos Caine

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