Dead Loccs

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah) Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Like, grrah, smokin' all deads) Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah-grrah) Hey Macarena (Baow-baow) Grrah, like, every opp shot, like Smokin' all deads I got a beam on the gun with a drum Like, first one I see, bitch, I'm leaving 'em done Like, oh shit, like, he can't run Lil Naz in the air, now his daughter a bum Like, JayRipK, that nigga dumb Ok, we gon' smoke him a ton Bobby and Charlie and Saint got bunned Bobby and Charlie and Saint got bunned Likе dead loccs, on the set Naz caught onе to his head and his chest When we spinnin', we looking for Rec Bobby did bad and went out on the set R.I.P. Rah, no, they didn't even step When I get to flockin', I put 'em to rest Eos, gbg, Big ebs Like, I ain't even gon' say the rest Now why you mad? 'Cause they gone Bro, they got hit and got put in a song Diddy got shh—, now they balling alone They tryna call him, he ain't answer his phone They keep suckin' my dick, bet I'd lower his tone Smoking on Sayco, two to the dome I get to beat it then fly out the room Bitch, I'm on fifty, I stay with my chrome Smoking Mezzy, bitch, I'm deady Jb confetti, by the deli I know an opp that got poked in his belly Like Nas, bitch, I'm toting my Smelly (Smelly) She a wetty, blow on her belly She was just wetter then go to the Telly Like I'm gon' dump, I don't care, bitch, I'm ready Ayo, Melly (Ayo, Melly) Ayo, Mell, that's an opp right there I know brodie gon' click till he drop right there Spin through the Rey, all the cops right there I know Lotti gon' geek, gon' flock right there Ayo, Sheemy, you a bitch Beam on a gun, I'm gon' turn him to Rippy (Rippy) 300K, all that shit to my dick How yo' mans ran down for hittin' a bitch? Like, when I see you, I'm boomin' you, bitch Bro off a Perky, losing his shit With the deuce, go coo' with the shit She feel a way then we boomin' the bitch 300K, better move with this shit Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your shit 300K, better move with this shit Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your shit Like, okay, Kay wanna play Rule number one, I can't go out like Blay New opps, me no say They tried to spin, now look at where he lay Smokin' Bobby, still do to the face I bet I could put a Flocka in his place Smokin' Trey, wait I'm late When Jesse got shot he should've been a plate Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Every opp shot) Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena (Ay, like, every opp shot)