Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Bodies , by - Only The Family. Release date: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead Bodies |
| Ayo, Ikey Mikey |
| We on our OTF shit, you heard? |
| Get right with the get right or get lost |
| Hello, thank you, come again |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Gang |
| Shittin' me? |
| How these niggas say they solid in they trade? |
| (In they trade) |
| And I’m too real and I can’t change on my gang |
| These niggas fool, they just chasin' some fame (Some fame) |
| You know it’s OTF, you know that’s gang-gang-gang-gang |
| You a pussy-ass nigga, you ain’t gang-gang-gang (Bitch) |
| You a pussy-ass nigga, can’t hang where I hang (Hell nah) |
| Shooters sittin' at your house, DOE |
| Dead bodies all around when we leave your place |
| I know these fuck niggas, they do nothin' (They ain’t nothin') |
| How you gon' say you a shooter and don’t shoot nothin' |
| When I pop outside I don’t see nothin' (Nothin') |
| All these shooters 'round me, got no punches (B-r-r-rah) |
| Leave your brains on the concrete (Yeah) |
| We slidin' off, SRT (Skrt, skrt) |
| If we can’t find you (We can’t find you), we’ll shoot your homie (Shoot your |
| homie) |
| Smoke your homie (Smoke your homie), that’s that OG (That OG) |
| We don’t wave white flags (No), we don’t do peace treaties (Nigga, nah) |
| Why your ho ass sneak-diss? |
| (Bitch) Better hope that heat miss you (Pussy) |
| How these niggas say they solid in they trade? |
| (In they trade) |
| And I’m too real and I can’t change on my gang |
| These niggas fool, they just chasin' some fame (Some fame) |
| You know it’s OTF, you know that’s gang-gang-gang-gang |
| You a pussy-ass nigga, you ain’t gang-gang-gang (Bitch) |
| You a pussy-ass nigga, can’t hang where I hang (Hell nah) |
| Shooters sittin' at your house, DOE |
| Dead bodies all around when we leave your place |
| I don’t give a fuck what these niggas say (Nah) |
| He say he ain’t with the opps, it’s just where he stay |
| You get caught outside with 'em, let it spray (B-r-r-rah) |
| Don’t get caught checkin' your ass, that’s a DOA (Rah) |
| I see that hate shit from a mile away |
| My TT taught me not to trust 'em anyway (Nah) |
| Niggas always jealous, they just want my place (Want my place) |
| I get it out the mud, yeah I’m hella made (Made) |
| Fuck these niggas, I already know they tellin' names (Punk-ass) |
| These niggas signin' deals with the DA (Bitch) |
| I lost my homies, I knew I won’t be the same (Nah) |
| Try to carry my drip, you know that shit don’t be the same (Nah, nah) |
| Loyal niggas change on me for some fame (For some fame) |
| You niggas fool, all that kinda shit be lame (That shit lame) |
| You know I’m loyal and you know I can’t change (I can’t change) |
| I got some killas on my side with them thangs (With them thangs) |
| How these niggas say they solid in they trade? |
| (In they trade) |
| And I’m too real and I can’t change on my gang |
| These niggas fool, they just chasin' some fame (Some fame) |
| You know it’s OTF, you know that’s gang-gang-gang-gang |
| You a pussy-ass nigga, you ain’t gang-gang-gang (Bitch) |
| You a pussy-ass nigga, can’t hang where I hang (Hell nah) |
| Shooters sittin' at your house, DOE |
| Dead bodies all around when we leave your place |
| We on our OTF shit, you heard? |