Dead Man Walking

Buddha bless this beat

Yuh, ay, go, ay, ah, oh, go, skeet

**

Where my motherfucking stack

Why them twenties in the front?

Why them hunnids in the back?

Show me what you got

Bring it back for some cash

I'm a self made prodigy, I look like a bag

I'm a fuckin', millionaire I mean it

I'ma put a ** on Front Street if you don't believe it

Ask your motherfucking, friends I'ma do it

I'm that ** with the, AK, I'ma shoot it

I got, **es who in love like I'm Cupid

If a ** cross me up, on my mother, boy he stupid, he a

Dead man, walking

Chalk, tape posin', Grand Am skrtin'

Bad **, big booty, and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

Twerkin' off a sidekick, like I'm Robin

** have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a knockin'

Only time a ** sweat when a ** joggin'

I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in

That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green

One Ferrari, all red like Supreme

Your **, a meat lover for the team

Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean

You a dead man, walking

Chalk, tape posin', Grand Am skrtin'

Bad **, big booty, and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking