BSF Dillinger - DeadBeat (feat. Choppa Diablo)

Ay, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
W-W-M, shit
(DJ Flipp, make the money flip)
Treat your pops just like this song fuz he a deadbeat

Too much motherfuckin' sauce, you know we been fleek
Bitch, look at my drip, look at the whip, look at your head leak
Bitch, look at my fit, look at your bitch, she wish we been freaked
And she know just how I'm bomin', boy, you been weak

Ten weeks, straight 70 days, we turn em red meat
Dead Meat, wanted beef with us, we gave him lead feet
sunk him in the lake, he made his fate before he met me!
Bitch, ayy, okay, you know we been heat

Let the lead speak, she sellin' pussy to make ends meet
Purebred, bread freak, shoot that bitch until it empty
I'll walk you down and knock you off all on a ten speed
Bitch, ayy, okay, we know you been sweet

And shout out to Sweet and Danny G, I told them send beats
If you want that feat, then pay the fee, it's never been free
I just bench press, moving weight this cracka spread cheese
Bitch, bitch, I'm on your block, I'm burnin' rubber on it

She just sucked my dick, I'm in your bitch without no rubber on it
Low-key, she a ho, so she gon' be undercover on it
She said she want more, so I pass it to my brudda on it, bitch

(Choppa Diablo)
It's that W-W-M flow, it's W-W-M Hoe

You say you from where? Then, my nigga, we not Kinfolk
Blazin' this track, learn how to cut you with a nympho
Nigga, what's the memo? Niggas know you been broke
I don't need no molly, I don't need perks to bring tool out

Your voice gettin' way too loud, you need to cool out
I see a rapper chain gleamin' finna pull out
Hit his house a hundred thousand times till he moved out
Bitch, it's a gang war

If he ain't got his gun, I don't know why he came for
5'10", but my spirit like 6'4
I'm the plug, and I ain't talkin' extension cords
I'm a bully, fuck with mine, then I'm Blickin' yours

She right, bitch, I won't fight a bitch, but I'm Blickin' whores
Your bitch got STDs, you kiss the sores (Ewww)
You can't hit my blunt, hell no, I'm not hittin' yours
Only reason we keep droppin' bangers, we cookin' more

Can hit a bitch one time, she beg for more
Can hit a bitch one time, bro, and she beg for more
Yeah, This dat W-W-M shit, It's W-W-M, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, it's W-W-M ho, that's W-W-M, bitch

Written by:
Jakeb Herriman, Takeem Moore

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