Lyrics Dead Bands - Lil Poppa

Dead Bands

Thanks, Yakree
I love them dead bands
Cool him, ain’t no joke or diss he wrote, I want his head then
Lovin' on that ho, she dropped the lo', now you a dead man
I want all the smoke, let’s kill the goat and turn his head in
Speak on that name, a body promise, bet that boy won’t say it again
Play that song once, I let it slide, you better not play it again
Days straight, nigga, fuck your partner, I’ll say it again
On the interstate ridin' with a Drac', I’ll up this bitch and break the wind
Never take your mask off, nigga tweakin'
Catch a body, then we leavin'
Bet that boy won’t last long 'cause we gon' lave that nigga bleedin'
Heard a nigga plottin' and talkin' 'bout steppin' on m
Ray Charles, I never seen him
Nigga gon' die wrestlin' me, my blicky never seen it
Nigga, what you on, though?
'Cause, bitch, we catch bodies too
Any nigga want smoke, I show him what this chopper do
doin' pop-ups, we pull up poppin' shots at you
No drive-by, we walked up, hit him too
Freaky bitch, she twenty-two, she do what I tell her to
I was eight with a .38, bitch, I’m twenty now with a 22
I’m talkin' 'bout my G-Lock, ten racks on me, posted with my crew
Screamin' fuck a hater, dyin' now or later
Nigga, pick a side 'fore we get at you
Boy, that child wild, he a wild child
So I’m walkin' with him, R.I.P.
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They better bow down 'cause I got now
Try to take it from me, now he on the news
Smokin', she in pound town
I ain’t cuffin' on her, pass her to the crew
Shut the town down, we gon' spin 'round
I’ma show a nigga what this 'matic do
I love them dead bands
Cool him, ain’t no joke or diss he wrote, I want his head then
Lovin' on that ho, she dropped the lo', now you a dead man
I want all the smoke, let’s kill the goat and turn his head in
Speak on that name, a body promise, bet that boy won’t say it again
Play that song once, I let it slide, you better not play it again
Days straight, nigga, fuck your partner, I’ll say it again
On the interstate ridin' with a Drac', I’ll up this bitch and break the wind
Fuck the police, free my twin
Don’t watch my pocket, 'cause you gon' meet my friend
You want him dead, put it on his head
Ain’t shit to make a call to Benjamin
Lincoln and Jefferson
I got a closet full of Washingtons that I been savin' for a rainy day
Doc don’t prescribe me nothin' less than tens
Can’t nothin' else take this pain away
She know I beat it up like 808, make her say, «Okay, okay»
You bang that K, you slang that K
He’ll pull up sober, he want that 'caine today
Say my name three times like Candyman, I’m comin'
Bitch, I ain’t came to play
Why these niggas laughin' like shit funny?
Bitch, I ain’t Damon Wayans
I don’t bang with them, so I don’t chase
Don’t do no drinkin', but it’s all straight
I don’t trust niggas, my dog fake
Better buckle up, 'cause well like Allstate
Know we done crashed niggas, literally
Dead bodies in them hallways
Shooters shoot, don’t call plays
Ten toes down, I’ma stand on all eight
I’ma bust it wide open at the Heaven gate
Let 'em spread rumors, I don’t set 'em straight
Told her spread it, let me bust
Say she bleedin', she been eatin' dick for days
I do not believe in opps, 'cause once one of them niggas drop
Niggas grab a badge and turn to cops
Bitch say I’m hot, I burned the block
That’s them right there, bruh, turn the car
That loafin', you get turned to star
I’m high as Venus, don’t get turned to Mars
See he tried this and then got turned to bars
Free my main man
Before a nigga wanted stripes, we was earnin' ours
Man, let’s work this gameplan
You get a bond, you’ll be home tomorrow