CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Dead People
Chorus (MGM Lett)
Having flashbacks of a shootout, hit a n***a up and fled
I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed
It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red
These Christian Loubs
He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use
Money on my mind I can't switch the mood
Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do
So with that said, gotta get my bread
Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
Verse 1 (Rylo Rodriguez)
I see dead people
Even though I ate, I ain't trynna see them fed people
I seen a crackhead sent him to Walgreen just to get them meds cheaper
Hoe must think she gon' spend the night, she brought her bag with her
She don't know I'm gon' call a Uber soon as I get done hitting her
I want the fame. I want the money, but TI not my father
Went and bought a Drake but it spit like The Carter
Went and f**ked his b*t*h, made him break up like the Warriors
Pull up I8, ain't no way imma starve ya
My dog got three strikes left me hurt we was in the right field
What you know bout daytime house still dark couldn't pay the light bill
Found out my brother heart stopped beating tried to call Mike Will
I heard them f**k boys pillow talkin' imma give em Nyquil
I'm in different Bathing Ape like Chimpazees
I can f**k any b*t*h I pick like Jalen Ramsey
My Cuban-link gotta let her take a selfie with her she European
Rylo Lett we signed to the street like some homeless men
Chorus (MGM Lett)
Hit a n***a up and fled
I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed
It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red
These Christian Loubs
He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use
Money on my mind I can't switch the mood
Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do
So with that said, gotta get my bread
Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
Verse 2 (MGM Lett)
My pockets look like fat people
In Cali with a flashlight trynna get them bags cheaper
Like if he ain't got my sack right, they turn up mad people
They loved it when I was broke they was happy
Got the game up in a choke swear I left them n***as gasping
Hit a n***a up, he gon' need more than some Aspirin
n***as actin tough, they gon' have to close his casket
RIP Doe B they thought this trap music was dead
They keep on pillow talking we gon' snatch em out the bed
I'll slide by myself don't need a clique of dudes
And all my n***as rich these b*t*hes pick and chose
n***a talkin out his head, I was driving seen a opp bop bop bop bop then I fled
Chorus (MGM Lett)
Having flashbacks bout a shootout, hit a n***a up and fled
I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed
It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red
These Christian Loubs
He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use
Money on my mind I can't switch the mood
Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do
So with that said, gotta get my bread
Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
Having flashbacks of a shootout, hit a n***a up and fled
I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed
It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red
These Christian Loubs
He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use
Money on my mind I can't switch the mood
Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do
So with that said, gotta get my bread
Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
Verse 1 (Rylo Rodriguez)
I see dead people
Even though I ate, I ain't trynna see them fed people
I seen a crackhead sent him to Walgreen just to get them meds cheaper
Hoe must think she gon' spend the night, she brought her bag with her
She don't know I'm gon' call a Uber soon as I get done hitting her
I want the fame. I want the money, but TI not my father
Went and bought a Drake but it spit like The Carter
Went and f**ked his b*t*h, made him break up like the Warriors
Pull up I8, ain't no way imma starve ya
My dog got three strikes left me hurt we was in the right field
What you know bout daytime house still dark couldn't pay the light bill
Found out my brother heart stopped beating tried to call Mike Will
I heard them f**k boys pillow talkin' imma give em Nyquil
I'm in different Bathing Ape like Chimpazees
I can f**k any b*t*h I pick like Jalen Ramsey
My Cuban-link gotta let her take a selfie with her she European
Rylo Lett we signed to the street like some homeless men
Chorus (MGM Lett)
Hit a n***a up and fled
I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed
It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red
These Christian Loubs
He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use
Money on my mind I can't switch the mood
Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do
So with that said, gotta get my bread
Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
Verse 2 (MGM Lett)
My pockets look like fat people
In Cali with a flashlight trynna get them bags cheaper
Like if he ain't got my sack right, they turn up mad people
They loved it when I was broke they was happy
Got the game up in a choke swear I left them n***as gasping
Hit a n***a up, he gon' need more than some Aspirin
n***as actin tough, they gon' have to close his casket
RIP Doe B they thought this trap music was dead
They keep on pillow talking we gon' snatch em out the bed
I'll slide by myself don't need a clique of dudes
And all my n***as rich these b*t*hes pick and chose
n***a talkin out his head, I was driving seen a opp bop bop bop bop then I fled
Chorus (MGM Lett)
Having flashbacks bout a shootout, hit a n***a up and fled
I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed
It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red
These Christian Loubs
He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use
Money on my mind I can't switch the mood
Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do
So with that said, gotta get my bread
Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
