Lyrics Dats Dead - Safone, Trilla, Bomba B

Dats Dead

Dats dead
Front then talk to the feds:
Dats dead
Two-five-O for a zed:
Dats dead
Gyal try holla on the regs:
Dats dead
Rolex and no bread:
Dats dead
Your shit bars on a set:
Dats dead
Talking hard on the web:
Dats dead
Get these bars in your head:
Dats dead, fam dats dead, blud dats dead
Two phones with no cred:
Dats dead
Girlfriend when you’re in pen:
Dats dead
Nought-point-five on a ten:
Dats dead
Send me the
Blud dats dead
Man haggle with me to come better with the price
Then he come short with the bread:
Dats dead
I ain’t got time for no funny guys
If you ain’t rocking with the set
Dats dead
Dead, that’s dead-out
Catch me where the gyaldem deb out
SafDoneDis life guaranteed sell out
Don’t go hard then get out
FaceTime me off-guard get a bell out
Ain’t jumped in my car:
Dats dead
Ain’t been to my yard:
Dats dead
And again
You don’t make money on the regs:
Dats dead
You ain’t got money for your rent:
Dats dead
Car but you ain’t got petty:
Dats dead
No money on your oyster:
Yeah dats dead
Like your iPhone battery
Yeah dats dead
No XBox or a PS:
Dats dead
Heard that you don’t Stay Fresh:
Dats dead
You ain’t got a F on your chest:
Dats dudders
Me and the menzdem have got a bag of colours
Got it for the gyaldem, got it for the brothers
S-Gang the best gang, dead any others
Manna got a StayFresh mug for your mothers
Manna got a StayFresh range for the summers
When it comes to making paper, we love it
More than music, couple man are gunners
You don’t want none of, cah
Claim that you trap but you’re broke:
Dats dead
Renting a car to stunt:
Dats dead
Fake gold chain 'round your neck:
Dats dead
Fake ice watch on your wrist:
Dats dead
Fake earrings in your ears:
Dats dead
Fake DJ can’t mix:
Dats dead (Dats fake)
Dats dead (Dats fake)
Dats dead
But that girl gives very good head
No girl can’t holla at me on her red
Unless she wants to give man head
Basically, yeah that’s what I said
And if she ain’t on that:
Dats dead
Dats dead, Dats dead, Dats dead
Knowledge, brain
You know that’s head
Brain, knowledge
Come give me some then
And if it ain’t that I’m not interested
Shotta, but you got no weed:
Dats dead
Shotta, but you got no P:
Dats dead
What you think man just MC?
Dats dead
I got yutes you don’t see
Dats dead
Said you’re a cropper, show me your ched
This ain’t ched:
Nah dats dead
«Yeah it is»
What it’s alright for the night, but in broad daylight:
Nah dats dead
Nah dats dead
That can’t be done
Who wants a clash that can’t be won?
Them MC’s been spitting for years
Through blood, sweat and tears and that can’t be fun
You gotta get your brand on lock
You gotta get your shit boxed off
Or dats dead
You gotta make your shit pop off
And you gotta save most of the prof
Or dats dead