Deadmihana Pressa

[Intro]
That glizzy turn a...
That glizzy turn a fuckboy deadmihana...
Deadmi', deadmi'

[Chorus]
This that deadmihana
This that deadmihana
This that deadmihana
This dead opp and his friend
This dead opp and his friend
This dead opp and his friend
This that deadmihana
This that deadmihana
This that deadmihana
This dead opp and his friend
This dead opp and his friend
This dead opp and his friend

[Verse 1]
This that deadmihana
Smoking on that la-la
Glizzy sound like la-la
And bullets come like rah-rah
My bestfriend smoked his bestfriend
My backwood full of dead men
My backwood full of dead men
I think my gang some demons
I think your gang anemic
Shooting like them shootouts
Hit list, get him checked off
Wassi tear his top off
Now they want to slide on my block
My shooters get 'em knocked off
Your shooters, bunch off of knock offs
Wallah I love my gang, gang
Wallah I love my gang, gang
Wallah I love my gang, gang
Wallah I love my gang, gang
Made Wassi get the gold tips
And he made me a savage
I'm outside in the woods, I don't play the cabin
I swear I love my bros, if they have then I have it
DJ made 'em panic and WhyG get them vanished