Dead Man

(Call me call me)

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on stage with you

But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol

You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you

But don't walk up on me homes I ain't finna blow no strong with you

Got the young shooters with me they don't get along with you

If you ain't gettin' no money **** what is wrong with you

And I can't turn you on you must have the wrong picture

I'm in the Vip sippin' lean with this very long Swisher

I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture

If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear I would not kiss her

Youse a Nicky Barnes ass **** tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher

If a snitch was to die today I bet his would not miss him

Youse a dead man playing games with that bread

Youse a dead man I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you're playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, youse a dead man

Dead man, dead man, youse a dead man

Dead man I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

Five deuce four tray six eight

Eight watches four chains six rings

Pots forks dope at a high cost

From coast to coast I set numbers on the dope

Remix to you you know I can sell you both 16-5

Prices lower than Shawty Lo when I drive

Got my seat leanin' low bricks inside

Got 'em stashed in the door always road running

Me and Gucci getting money, bands keep comin'

Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop jugging

Every month I make four hundred I'm a street ****

I got rich off of junkies

Youse a dead man playing games with that bread

Youse a dead man I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you're playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, youse a dead man

Dead man, dead man, youse a dead man

Dead man I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

What the fuck was you thinking lil bitch you must have been drinking

This chopper got me feeling like Harley

If I let it ride you're bound to be stinkin'

I'm an asshole I do what I like to

Oh shit that's made for you to fight to

I don't give a fuck bitch I don't like you

Got that fire bitch I might light you

Bitch I am the streets you just look tough

Call the bricks snow like I was on bluff

Call me the master like Sho'Nuff

Bad boy for real no puff

If a **** pussy I don't pay it mind

I just keep the distance I don't play with mine

Stay in your place fall out of line

Had the young **** over here to pay a fine

You can find me in the hood where the hood don't go

Heard you're somebody that the hood don't know

If a **** turn up tell 'em watch this show

Money never sit still so my net don't blow

King of the streets just call me sire

All my throne ain't no one higher

T-R-U-T-H no liar

Real street **** I won't retire

Youse a dead man playing games with that bread

Youse a dead man I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you're playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, youse a dead man

Dead man, dead man, youse a dead man

Dead man I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man I put that pistol to your head man, dead man