Dead On Rich Homie Quan (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]

Hey, oh

London on Da Track bitch

Woah, hey

Hahaha...

Yeah

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]

I fucked her quick then fast then I went to bed on her

Lil' shawty got a fat ass, a good lil' head on her

And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me

Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my shit be dead on, dead on, dead on

Dead on, dead on, dead on

Run off on a country nigga, boy I'm dead wrong

Aiming at these fuck nigga, boy you know I'm dead on

Dead on, dead on

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

I'm playing dead, but I'm dead on you

You not a Blood, but you got red on you

And I watch my surroundings like the Feds on me

I just got me some pints on a plane I feel like I'm alien

Man, I'm so high up, I'm higher than every alien

Went from open mic to performing in the stadiums

Now all my shoes, they sponsored by Margiella Maison them

And I feel like I'm high up in the air

I got your baby shaking like a hit stick inside of there