City Morgue - Drop Dead lyrics
[City Morgue - Drop Dead lyrics]
Ha ha hahaha yeah
Drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
Make 'em drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
(Mula) , make 'em
Run in the bank, playing with pieces (Blaow)
Sos on the verse, got 'em paying for features
(Mula)
Spray with the Glock, break into pieces
Niggas get shot, be praying to Jesus (Rrah)
Hollows in head, hospital bed (Rrah)
Are we dead? Doctors scared
Bottle of meds, tomorrow he dead
Got doors lifting, Murciélago on red (Skrrt)
Shoot from the hall, shake the whole pot
Cook a half brick, make a whole block (Work)
If it get too hot, gon' break the whole pot
I'ma sell my shit's, gotta make a whole lot
(Mula) baking soda, Pyrex
Make the coca pie stretch (Fish scale)
Paper towels, drying necks
Man, it's hard to digest (yeah)
Drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
Make 'em drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
(Godzilla) , make 'em
Bitch, I came out the dead
How your ass gonna kill me? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Bitch, I came out the dead
How the living gon' feel me? (B-b-b boom)
I'm in the black mist, lead clips
Sword write the message in your door
(Okay, okay)
Catch me thumbing in through more
For slaughter (Okay, okay, okay)
I pull up and I roll blocks, then I roll opps
Cobra with the swiss cheese
Get your show popped
Unlucky thirteens on the uwop
Kaine like I'm Duwap, I came to shoot ya
Drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
Make 'em drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
(Mula) , make 'em
Run in the bank, playing with pieces (Blaow)
Sos on the verse, got 'em paying for features
(Mula)
Spray with the Glock, break into pieces
Niggas get shot, be praying to Jesus (Rrah)
Hollows in head, hospital bed (Rrah)
Are we dead? Doctors scared
Bottle of meds, tomorrow he dead
Got doors lifting, Murciélago on red (Skrrt)
Shoot from the hall, shake the whole pot
Cook a half brick, make a whole block (Work)
If it get too hot, gon' break the whole pot
I'ma sell my shit's, gotta make a whole lot
(Mula) baking soda, Pyrex
Make the coca pie stretch (Fish scale)
Paper towels, drying necks
Man, it's hard to digest (yeah)
Drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
Make 'em drop dead, run up, we pop lead
At the function, run up, we pop lead
(Godzilla) , make 'em
Bitch, I came out the dead
How your ass gonna kill me? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Bitch, I came out the dead
How the living gon' feel me? (B-b-b boom)
I'm in the black mist, lead clips
Sword write the message in your door
(Okay, okay)
Catch me thumbing in through more
For slaughter (Okay, okay, okay)
I pull up and I roll blocks, then I roll opps
Cobra with the swiss cheese
Get your show popped
Unlucky thirteens on the uwop
Kaine like I'm Duwap, I came to shoot ya