SCHEMAPOSSE, DJ Killa C, Moba Dark, GHOSTEMANE - Dead Nigga lyrics
[SCHEMAPOSSE, DJ Killa C, Moba Dark, GHOSTEMANE - Dead Nigga lyrics]
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now-, dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
I see you dipping out like a
Little ho to your clique
When I see you in the flesh, you flinch
Fronting like a bucky with a fake
Gold chain and a rented whip
Never had me convinced
I went from trying to getting attention
Applause now bitches be posting my pics
Keep a long way from a long work day
At a pet shop picking up animal shit
Killa C bringing the phonk and my team
Only got cliqued up with fucking killers
I don't do a god damned
Thing to block out the
Evil thoughts that's taking control
Of me still I'm
A dirty young kid with a wish for death
But I'm a schema like a motherfucking villain
Poltergeist torture your thoughts
Are you seeing shit walking on the ceiling?
(ceiling) lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now-, dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Schemaboyys a bunch a dudes and
We don't give a fuck
Them bullets hit you in the
Tummy have you leaking stuff
I'm hanging 'round with GHOSTE and Killa
I suggest you duck
We'll put that barrel in his mouth
And made that homie suck
I know a bunch of motherfuckers
Think this shit's a joke
Now you be laughing when I hit
You with the pistol smoke
I'm Moba Dark from Indiana
Came up selling dope
I'm Moba Dark from Indiana
I'm still selling dope
Back in the day with the niggas ride
Killa C wanted for lyrical homicide
Call me satan the way a
Nigga be spittin' fire
I'm sittin' back in the cut
And straight gettin' high
As I'm loading my strap, cocking my gat
On the scene, relaxed, ready for the attack
Don't react when that nigga killed
Put you deep in the ground
For runnin' your fucking yap
SCHEMA be the motherfucking posse
Sendin' my demons out to them niggas
That always be tryn'a copy
Y'all niggas got me fucked up
Thinking I'mma put this car
In reverse then buck, buck
Nigga test your luck
You already know what's up
With your bitch, sippin' on a double cup
I be raising hell with the automatic
Leave a nigga tragic
Leave a nigga magician workin' his magic
Bitch! Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now-, dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now-, dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
I see you dipping out like a
Little ho to your clique
When I see you in the flesh, you flinch
Fronting like a bucky with a fake
Gold chain and a rented whip
Never had me convinced
I went from trying to getting attention
Applause now bitches be posting my pics
Keep a long way from a long work day
At a pet shop picking up animal shit
Killa C bringing the phonk and my team
Only got cliqued up with fucking killers
I don't do a god damned
Thing to block out the
Evil thoughts that's taking control
Of me still I'm
A dirty young kid with a wish for death
But I'm a schema like a motherfucking villain
Poltergeist torture your thoughts
Are you seeing shit walking on the ceiling?
(ceiling) lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now-, dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Schemaboyys a bunch a dudes and
We don't give a fuck
Them bullets hit you in the
Tummy have you leaking stuff
I'm hanging 'round with GHOSTE and Killa
I suggest you duck
We'll put that barrel in his mouth
And made that homie suck
I know a bunch of motherfuckers
Think this shit's a joke
Now you be laughing when I hit
You with the pistol smoke
I'm Moba Dark from Indiana
Came up selling dope
I'm Moba Dark from Indiana
I'm still selling dope
Back in the day with the niggas ride
Killa C wanted for lyrical homicide
Call me satan the way a
Nigga be spittin' fire
I'm sittin' back in the cut
And straight gettin' high
As I'm loading my strap, cocking my gat
On the scene, relaxed, ready for the attack
Don't react when that nigga killed
Put you deep in the ground
For runnin' your fucking yap
SCHEMA be the motherfucking posse
Sendin' my demons out to them niggas
That always be tryn'a copy
Y'all niggas got me fucked up
Thinking I'mma put this car
In reverse then buck, buck
Nigga test your luck
You already know what's up
With your bitch, sippin' on a double cup
I be raising hell with the automatic
Leave a nigga tragic
Leave a nigga magician workin' his magic
Bitch! Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now-, dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong