Deadguy

(I love this shit, Nino)

Yeah, fuck goin' on, ****

VLAD life, lil' bitch

Ha-ha

On the way to the money (Ha-ha)

On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)

On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)

On the way to the money (On the way to the money)

On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)

On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)

On the way to the money

On the way to the money, yeah

Drive-bys, homicides

Drive-bys, homicidеs

Drive-bys, homicides

Yeah, on thе way to the money

Drive-bys, homicides

Drive-bys, homicides (Brr)

Drive-bys, homicides

On the way to the money

On the way to that motherfucking money (Yeah)

Pull that gun out, yeah, we dumpin'

S-I-P, bitch I'm two cuppin'

And I'm too VLAD, I'm too uppin'

Two Glocks on me ****, saw them true colors

Two bad bitches and them bitches be fuckin'

Clapping on you, I might slow, I might bust

**** ain't blood man, these **** ain't nothing

Trappin-trappin, in the trap baby jumping

In the Urus and I'm doing a hunnid

I bust 'em down just cause she be bust (Bust)

And these bitches, they be sipping for nothing

Hah

Runaway to the money (Yeah)

Homicides, you gon' hear us coming (Yeah)

Racks on us, you can hear us thumbing (Yeah)

Phew, big DAMI countin' hunnids

S-I-P, we always sipping something (Sip)

I fuck with that bitch, she rock Undercover (Yeah)

Fuck twelve, tryna take drugs from us (Bih, yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah, uh-huh)

(Yeah)

Homicides, drive-bys (Huh, yeah)

Drive-bys

I'm just picking money up, why you wanna be a dead guy?

Dead guy, dead guy