Slimesito, Fluhkunxhkos - Deceased lyrics

Mob tie shit, nigga
You know how we rockin', nigga
Fifty gang shit, nigga
Bitch we slidin' on front street, nigga
You know how we rockin', nigga
Call your, nigga
Where the fuck you got, nigga

Ay, pull up on a nigga now he deceased
(For real)
Drive down, leave his ass in the street
(On gang)
Dupe out the nigga now his ass deceased
(Bluh) mob tie, I got choppas when I sleep
My young niggas shootin' for a fee
(You know it)
All my young niggas move in the skreet
(What?) glock 9 on me seven days a week
Got some shooters hoppin' out that Jeep
(Shoot) mob tie, you approach a nigga
Ain't shit sweet (At all)
Brand-new Glick, it's a 43 (43)
Take your bitch
Now that hoe gon' trap for me (On gang)
Dupe out a nigga, now he not a fiend (Bluh)
You don't want war
You niggas can't compete (You know it)
Cut him down bad, now he lunch meat (On gang)
I got some shooters and they from DC
Shoot his ass up, put him on TV (Bluh, bluh)

Knock his ass off, put him on the T
(For real)
Slidin' in broad day, right on front street
(Slime)
Wrap his ass up, toss him in the 'kreet
(What)
Nigga, you ain't gang, nigga, that shit weak
(On gang)
If you ain't gang, then we can't (On gang)
Caught his ass lackin' at the (Lackin')
And I got a MP just do the drill and the M3
Kick your front door, then I up the heat
(Get down) nigga where yo' ass at
Nigga y'know I have the key (For real)
I shot sticks when I was 15 (Sticks)
Dupe out a nigga, put him on
I got your main bitch on the knees
(You know it)
Shoot a fuck nigga right out his sleeves
(On gang) took his ass off at the BP (Slime)
Ride his ass, then I ride his old Jeep

Ay, pull up on a nigga now he deceased
(For real)
Drive down, leave his ass in the street
(On gang)
Dupe out the nigga now his ass deceased
(Bluh) mob tie, I got choppas when I sleep
My young niggas shootin' for a fee
(You know it)
All my young niggas move in the skreet
(What?) glock 9 on me seven days a week
Got some shooters hoppin' out that Jeep
(Shoot) mob tie, you approach a nigga
Ain't shit sweet (At all)
Brand-new Glick, it's a 43 (43)
Take your bitch
Now that hoe gon' trap for me (On gang)
Dupe out a nigga, now he not a fiend (Bluh)
You don't want war
You niggas can't compete (You know it)
Cut him down bad, now he lunch meat (On gang)
I got some shooters and they from DC
Shoot his ass up, put him on TV (Bluh, bluh)