Deads ​paragroup (Ft. ​che, Kloutgabe+, ​soser & Tyxonsmith)

Verse 1: soser
We finna walk in the function
Hell nah, n**** you cannot get in (yeah)
Yall n**** not sipping Tussin
You ain’t my twin and you ain’t got a band
G19 with a red dot
That's your hoe and she keep gettin headshots
Can't see you but yeah you get shot
In the field bitch I feel like I'm Dred Scott
Watch out he get his head shot
Your bitch i’m getting my dick sucked
How you shoot but you miss yeah
Pockets fat like they Rick Ross
Pockets on fat yeah they chubby
Finna grip her, my dick in her tummy
Wipe your nose 'cause it's runny
How you “on one” but you running
Boy finna run he do track
F&N got that bitch movin back
Run up on me leave you flat
Get put down likе a mat

Verse 2: paragroup
She wanna kick it with thе gang
Choppa it firing flames
No I don't know none of these bitches names
I can't fuck with you, you a lame
I got a choppa, shoot with good aim
Said that you cool asked around you a lame
I-I-I'm finna shoot with no trust
He talkin' down he get hit with the K
Bitch ima ball out, 2K
I put that word on my deads
I got a Draco with them specs
Bro are you stupid you gotta be sped
I got a .50 cal at his head
I got your bad bitch in my bed
Bro we know that you been fed
Talkin on me send him back to his deads