Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug - Dead On lyrics

Hey, oh london on Da Track bitch
Woah, hey hahaha
Yeah

I fucked her quick then fast then
I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass
A good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back
Cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my
Shit be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Run off on a country nigga
Boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these fuck nigga
Boy you know I'm dead on dead on, dead on

I'm playing dead, but I'm dead on you
You not a Blood, but you got red on you
And I watch my surroundings like
The Feds on me i just got me some pints on a
Plane I feel like I'm alien
Man, I'm so high up
I'm higher than every alien
Went from open mic to
Performing in the stadiums now all my shoes
They sponsored by Margiella Maison them
And I feel like I'm high up in the air
I got your baby shaking like a
Hit stick inside of there

I fucked her quick then fast then
I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass
A good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back
Cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my
Shit be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Run off on a country nigga
Boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these fuck nigga
Boy you know I'm dead on dead on, dead on

At 16 I caught me a felon
Influenced by the movie 'Belly'
I got on all black just like a reverend
Why these niggas act like Tyler Perry?
I swear I'm geeked up off these medics
Girl if you try me, your ass better be ready
Cause I swear to God
I blow one of y'all niggas
And won't think about it
If that is your main ho
Don't bring her 'round me
I was lost in a maze till somebody found me
Money for rainy days, I can't go without it
Nigga don't talk no shit if you not about it
My nigga move O's, I ain't talking Audis
Bitches take off their clothes just
To stand by me got a pocket full of stone
Try'na get off them
And I went and did a song
But you sound awful
I'm way gone, swear it ain't take long

I fucked her quick then fast then
I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass
A good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back
Cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my
Shit be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Run off on a country nigga
Boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these fuck nigga
Boy you know I'm dead on dead on, dead on