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(Say, say, yuh) I see dead people, I see dead bodies (I see dead bodies) Where yo shooter at, yeah he dead prolly (dead nigga) I got dev on my side, he tryna catch a homi You ain't talkin' bout no fuckin' guala, get the f*ck from round me Pu-pull up on the side, roll the window down, and shoot it up You can't hang with gang, pussy nigga, you not cool enough Blo-blowin' up my phone, told that hoe I'm fuckin' doin' stuff Money on my phone, makin' music, now I'm movin' up (movin' up) I-I'd still switch you up, so you bet not get shit twisted That bitch bad as f*ck, I want that bitch right on my wishlist (on God) Ha-hang that pussy up, like an ornament on Christmas That boy talkin' tough, so now I wonder what yo gift is If you guessed the F&N, yo ass correct (nigga) Maybe not cause I might change my mind and grab that TEC It don't matter either way, cause you not leavin' with yo neck All I ask is when you hear my name you better show respect (show respect nigga) In the field, yeah I'm a fuckin' vet (that's on God) Yeah, on the road, I'm swervin' in that vette (vroom) Yeah, on my clothes I'm rockin' hella vet (vet, vet, vetements) Yeah, I'm a dog, might take me to the vet (bitch, vet, vet) Why you rhyming vet with vet That shit cool, you heard what I said (nigga) Feel like I'm Carti it's a whole lotta red Got a big ass chop, finna cut off his dreads Open yo mouth, lil nigga you dead I-I'm from the south, but I don't bang red Shoot at everybody, even the feds F*ck everybody, I don't make no amends (f*ck em) (Pilot) (Pilot) (Say, say, yuh) I see dead people, I see dead bodies (I see dead bodies) Where yo shooter at, yeah he dead prolly (dead nigga) I got dev on my side, he tryna catch a homi You ain't talkin' bout no fuckin' guala, get the f*ck from round me Pu-pull up on the side, roll the window down, and shoot it up You can't hang with gang, pussy nigga, you not cool enough Blo-blowin' up my phone, told that hoe I'm fuckin' doin' stuff Money on my phone, makin' music, now I'm movin' up (movin' up)