He's a what

Dead man

Dead man

He's a motherfucking

Dead man, dead man, fuck around and be a dead man, dead man, he's a dead man

You can keep that right, but I'm taking off your left hand

You can keep that right, but I'm taking off your left hand

Off with your head, huh

We ain't tripping off no shit that **** did

Man, it's fuck what you heard

You ain't talking about no bread, huh

Broad day

Put Givenchy on my shooter ****

What's to the beef?

Told em' get rich or you die trying

Call the dogs, we turn the strip club to the dog pound

Oh, you ain't know?

I'm a motherfucking dog baby

Coast to coast, I set numbers on that dope ****, huh

Ayy, call me Mr. Rucci

All these hoes is in rotation

You ain't getting money

Get the fuck up out my face

I know road runners

Take the work straight to your ribs

38 straight for the load,

Don't you play around with my shit, or be a

Dead man, dead man, fuck around and be a dead man, dead man, he's a dead man

You can keep that right, but I'm taking off your left hand

You can keep that right, but I'm taking off your left hand

Dead man, dead man, fuck around and be a dead man, dead man, he's a dead man

You can keep that right, but I'm taking off your left hand

You can keep that right, but I'm taking off your left hand