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letra de dead guys - scy jimm

[intro: wizdawizard]
ayy, yurda gang, murder gang
ayy, yurda gang, murder gang
bah, bah, bah-bah
trust me, cj, what that do, n-gga? trust me

[chorus: scy jimm]
snuck the stick inside the club, i got them scared now (ayy)
i was broke a while ago, but that sh-t dead now (but that sh-t dead)
i’m smokin’ blue dream, but i got red eyes (ayy)
young n-gga sh-t, i keep a pocket (grrlaow, grrlaow) full of dead guys (dead guys)
i got this sh-t up out the dirt, n-gga (ayy, come on)
wanna get down with the gang? you gotta put in work, n-gga (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
glock with a d-ck, but it’s a b-tch, how it twerk, n-gga (yeah)
i drop a bag, lil’ bruh gon’ take you (grrlaow, grrlaow) off this earth, n-gga, yeah (ayy)
[verse 1: scy jimm]
ayy, ruger-5.7 (huh?), i still don’t f-ck with 12 (nah)
ballin’ like lebron (yeah, yeah), but i catch plays like i’m odell (yeah)
they know they f-cked up showing mе how to use that scale (ayy, ayy, come on, man)
it’s gon’ rain bullеts when they let sammy out of jail (grrlaow, grrlaow, grrlaow)
they said i couldn’t, b-tch, i did it (b-tch, i did it)
picture me at the top with h-lla racks and glocks with switches (ayy, ayy)
all these n-ggas hoes, won’t catch me hangin’ ’round no b-tches (hangin’ ’round no b-tches)
you ain’t getting no money, n-gga, keep me out your mention (ayy, ayy, yeah, i did that)
i’m a felon, still’ll bust a n-gga melon (grrlaow, grrlaow), keep that stick with me (yeah)
come buy half a brick, i’ll show you how to make a quick fifty (ayy, to make a quick fifty)
same hoes ain’t want me when i was broke be tryna get with me (ayy, ayy, unh-uh)
knowin’ she be f-ckin’ with the opps, can’t let this b-tch get me (ayy, ayy, ayy, come on, man)

[chorus: scy jimm & wizdawizard]
snuck the stick inside the club, i got them scared now (grrlaow)
i was broke a while ago, but that sh-t dead now (that sh-t dead)
i’m smokin’ blue dream, but i got red eyes
young n-gga sh-t, i keep a pocket (grrlaow, grrlaow) full of dead guys (dead guys)
i got this sh-t up out the dirt, n-gga (ayy, come on)
wanna get down with the gang? you gotta put in work, n-gga (yeah)
glock with a d-ck, but it’s a b-tch, how it twerk, n-gga (grrlaow)
i drop a bag, lil’ bruh gon’ take you off this earth, n-gga, yeah

[verse 2: wizdawizard]
lil’ bro gon’ take you off this earth, n-gga (try it)
fifty with a switch, we put n-ggas on shirts, n-gga (bah, bah)
hit his block, double-m gang, you know we dirt n-ggas (on god)
you ever felt that lead before? yeah, that sh-t hurt, n-gga (trust me)
we screamin’ “yurda” when we sw-ng through (yurda)
ain’t got no pics, you send a diss, you know we comin’ through (bah, bah)
we pull up back to back creeping, letting that chopper loose (come here)
i’m tryna do a n-gga filthy, put ’em on the news (channel 10)
shots rang, that mean another n-gga caught the blues (on god)
we dropped his ass, now it’s blood stains on my shoes (yurda gang)
a n-gga face gone, that double-m gang came through (yurda gang)
a n-gga face gone, that double-m gang came through (bah)
trust me, murder
[chorus: scy jimm]
snuck the stick inside the club, i got them scared now (grrlaow)
i was broke a while ago, but that sh-t dead now (that sh-t dead)
i’m smokin’ blue dream, but i got red eyes
young n-gga sh-t, i keep a pocket (grrlaow, grrlaow) full of dead guys (dead guys)
i got this sh-t up out the dirt, n-gga (ayy, come on)
wanna get down with the gang? you gotta put in work, n-gga (yeah)
glock with a d-ck, but it’s a b-tch, how it twerk, n-gga (grrlaow)
i drop a bag, lil’ bruh gon’ take you off this earth, n-gga

- scy jimm

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