
AMONGST THE DEAD Sickboyrari
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[Intro]
Wow, we can't still see the flame! And this is the water
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
And this is how I control the lakes
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
[Chorus]
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head
I'm hopping out the roof, I'm with the dead
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head
I'm hopping out the roof, I'm with the dead
[Bridge]
Green out my pocket, no lint
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Tell me what you see
You can't see you're reflection on the glass, so you can see yourself, so It's like a mirror
Like a mirror, right?
See right there
Yeah, mhmm
[Verse 1]
Green green falling out my pocket, no lint
Aim for the top, not no legs
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Smoking dope, got my eyes bloody red
Diamonds in my B.B. belt, they glisten
In a foreign, sliding down with extra clips
In a foreign, sliding down with my goth crip
And a young nigga balling like the Clippers
Left wrist water on he just rerocked
Dirty diamonds on left wrist like brick of rock
Pull up bleeding and I'm dripping on the block
Pull up bleeding, dripping on a thot, gripping on this Glock
Wow, we can't still see the flame! And this is the water
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
And this is how I control the lakes
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
[Chorus]
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head
I'm hopping out the roof, I'm with the dead
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head
I'm hopping out the roof, I'm with the dead
[Bridge]
Green out my pocket, no lint
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Tell me what you see
You can't see you're reflection on the glass, so you can see yourself, so It's like a mirror
Like a mirror, right?
See right there
Yeah, mhmm
[Verse 1]
Green green falling out my pocket, no lint
Aim for the top, not no legs
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
Smoking dope, got my eyes bloody red
Diamonds in my B.B. belt, they glisten
In a foreign, sliding down with extra clips
In a foreign, sliding down with my goth crip
And a young nigga balling like the Clippers
Left wrist water on he just rerocked
Dirty diamonds on left wrist like brick of rock
Pull up bleeding and I'm dripping on the block
Pull up bleeding, dripping on a thot, gripping on this Glock
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