Dead Man Walking

Hah, ayy, yeah, go
Yeah, hah, yeah
Turn me up, yeah, go
Ronny J, please turn me up
Get that s**t for the low when I come to your trap
Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack
******* that ***** in the back of the 'Bach
Walk straight in that ***** with the packs and the straps
Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown
Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's **** now
Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down
Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown
Gone off that gas like a dead man walkin'
'Fit too fresh, throw that s**t in a coffin
Gas too strong, yeah, that s**t got her coughin'
Ass too fat, gotta watch when she walkin'
Bring me that money 'fore I spin on your block
Pull out that Glock, big .40 gon' pop
All off them drugs and she tryna give me top
Took off on my city and got it on lock
Yeah, got it on lock, no question
16 at the 'tel, used to trap at the Westin
Now I got hoes, I can **** on your best friend
One like on the 'Gram, I ain't doin' no textin'
Hah, walk in the stu' with them drugs in my backpack
***** want a verse but I know her s**t cap rap
See you in my city with a chain, I'ma snatch that
Spin once on your block with the gang, we don't back track
Don't care where I go, lil' bro, I'm plugged in
Ten bands for the show, got the Glock when I come in
Yeah, good for a stain, don't **** with the gang
Take 'em all down when we run in
Get that s**t for the low when I come to your trap
Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack
******* that ***** in the back of the 'Bach
Walk straight in that ***** with the packs and the straps
Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown
Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's **** now
Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down
Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown
Pull up at Neimans and buy Valentino
Knock on your door, then we shoot through the peephole
On the way to the top like they gave us a cheat code
Higher than a ***** and still smokin' on pre-rolls
Yeah, high speed with the laws, we can't stop for 'em
Bad ***** in the coupe, got a fast foreign
Put all the bros on a lick, got a bag for 'em
Pulled out the lot, two hundred the dashboard
Now I got racks, these hoes gon' chase me
Big ass .40, yeah, no safety
Stay on all ten, no, these b*****s won't play me
Smokin' through zips and I do that s**t daily
Get that s**t for the low when I come to your trap
Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack
******* that ***** in the back of the 'Bach
Walk straight in that ***** with the packs and the straps
Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown
Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's **** now
Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down
Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown