DEADMAN BONE (feat. Koffee)

Jaletta, shawty use her feet and stamp (stamp, stamp) Collector, she don't want tease her pam, pam (pam, pam) I rate her, any man ah chiga we ah slam (slam, slam) The slater, come give me that kush Ganjaman (man, man) Like disciple, shawty use her feet and stamp (stamp, stamp) In the cycle, niggas think they bigger than Pac (Pac, Pac) Ain't no lie yeah, play the game you beat it and stop (stop, stop) World eye, that's the monster gun shot Me suffer, the wicked wanna see the man down Me nah fall (fall, fall), on your mark come face the beast firm and proper (proper) Now we weave all the bullet that they shoot from afar (far, far) Santino be the chosen one, nah free the other man Kinda cold in the block, but we hot boy Took a deal, six figures, boy, I'm out, boy (yeah, yeah) Santino with the dance, I got the pop, boy Now we makin' all the moves, I need to stop, boy She said, "Santi how could you learn?" I kissed her, finessed her, took off with the bands The Carter, the shotta, big money Santi, lowkey, how could you learn? Ayy, Santi say you a deadman Yeah, oh, say deadman Ayy, Santi this ain't watchu said man We're past sticky situation See how far we go with the ray gun (yeah) Pull up on you, congratulations Deadman, yeah (yeah), dead (yeah) Aye Santi, this ain't watchu said (yeah) Reflectin' (yeah), we light it, yeah Mi flexin, ya like it? Yeah Refreshin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) we vibin' We're takin' psylocibin, yeah Stilettos (yeah, yeah, yeah), mi Nikes Mi breda, give me the guidance, yeah Mi ray gun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), beside me Jamaican, livin, survivin', yeah Mi no really care what dem talk about me (yeah) Made it anyway, what a shot at dem ya You know anywhere man I chata bem bay? (Yeah) Me tell all mi dogs mi will never go astray Yeah-yeah, inna real life We laugh, but I know you feel like Real life lookin' back on me like Deadman bone, yeah Okay, waste your money She don't even want one (got me in the red) Come and see something She gon' need a lil pump (gonna need a lil') Homie kill, kill, he ain't with that god son Come and get some, girl I know you want some (I got it) I know they talkin' about me, I'm the shit don't send it They don't know shit, I'm lowkey, just like the reverend (like the reverend) It ain't do or die, and I even gotta touch it (gotta touch it) You know I'm pretty wild, so my bitches gotta fuck shit (gotta fuck)