Drop Dead (feat. TyNotAgain)

Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Shot an op now we runnin' up his pockets yeah (Blah) Hit him once then hit him twice cause he keep talking yeah (Woah) Trigger finger want the smoke so I'd watch ya tone (Blah) Tell your boy to watch his back I just hit up his phone Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) Woah (Blah) (Drop dead, drop dead) Heard your boy was talking so my pistol did it's thing Now my dawgs all in your city and they ready to go play And they ready to go play And they ready to go (unload the clip) If we don't trust you then you gonna feel the round Careful who you messing with or else you'll end up in the ground You'll end up in the ground You'll end up in the ground Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop (Woah) Runnin' his block Run up on him yeah I put him on Fox Run up on me and this stick gonna pop I'm bumping this song the next time I get aux I'm mocking the dead But only if they was the mother fuckers tryna mock us I'm feeling robust I'll slide any day of the week and this glocky gonna make you adjust I'll slide again But this time I'll bring a friend It's me and Jacko on the trend My only intention is to hit you with extensions You don't deserve my attention Why you pretending Like we don't have any beef Cause you know we got hella tension And no need to mention I'm keeping my promise on pending Old generation is ending (It's definitely ending) (Yeah) (It's definitely ending) (Just drop dead already) (Yeah) Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop (Blah) Deal with my problems with sticks But my bars take your life like a lick (Blah) You did all you could The name might be Jack but its Wick when I'm dealing with people for good (Blah) They said that I'm talentless but when I spit I got all them swallowing tongues So I told them be quiet and keep to they guns And they all know better than trying to test me since they all my sons (Blah) I'm done with the bitches with me in they mouth Keep talking bout Jack your career is going south Still speaking that shit so I'd stay in your house Cause if I catch you then your blood will be dowsed Murderous tendencies is how I'm known best The cops can not save you I killed all the rest (Blah) Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop (Blah) Open your mouth and Jack will make sure that your whole body is covered in red (Blah) Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop (Blah) Talk on my name one more time and I'll be the last thing you see as you drop dead (Blah)