WEEK DEAD Lyrics – SAKITARO
Singer: SAKITARO
Title: WEEK DEAD
This n#gg# mad bout a b#tch
I swear that Glock finna hit
Beam on the Glock, bullets come with that muzzle lil b#tch no I’m not finna miss
Glock for a opp and a Glock for a b#tch
He talking crazy I’m not finna diss
This n#gg# talking bout me like a hoe
n#gg# you don’t got a dick
I’m talking that sh#t n#gg#, swear he gone die
Chop on the beam, I don’t got to try
This n#gg# stupid, he tried to slide
Ain’t no witness lil n#gg# get shot in the eye
Walk with a stick and I don’t got a trip when I shoot at a n#gg# he gone get fried
He gone hop in that hellcat sending bullets at ‘em n#gg# you cannot dodge
Choppa start sending bullets you can’t doge n#gg#
Just want the neck b#tch I ain’t going to prom with ya
Talking that sh#t to choppa your gone n#gg#
Bullеt size so big that it’ll make it look like a bomb hit ya
Pull up on your block and wе fold em like origami n#gg#
Body drop we dip off the block before you even saw me b#tch
You looking forward to involving the cops but you ain’t even know this sh#t
You broke lil b#tch
Put 40 on your head that you gone fold cause you a scared lil b#tch
Get the fye fye
Dumbass really thought I wasn’t bout it cause I’m 5’5
Told em we gonna roast him like the chicken up at Popeyes
Told that n#gg# bye bye
Put him in the blind spot
Got that n#gg# dropped off b#tch
Y’all hating can’t admit that i gone pop off b#tch
Too late yall b#tches just gone see my Glock pop b#tch
She ask me for my number that is not your b#tch
You better watch your b#tch
You can’t even dodge this sh#t
Take your block with a cheese grater
And my chops getting hungry I’m not finna eat later
And I just bought a green laser
And in love with that bit on the net you a e-dater
Take your block with a cheese grater
And my chops getting hungry I’m not finna eat later
And I just bought a green laser
And in love with that b#tch on the net you a e-dater
Lil n#gg# I be tweaking
Caught him lacking on a weekend
They ain’t find his body n#gg# he died
Last week n#gg# he a weak dead
Shot in the top then dug out a week head
She had gave me top once she got weak head
If a n#gg# want smoke pull up with a chop
We gone fill him right with lead
They like “Taro how do you write like that”
Ben bout my Franklins key up in the sky like that
I ain’t got patients n#gg# we can fight like that
Mad cause your b#tch for team man she trifling
Up on your block like a gun rage with rifles yeah
Shoot at your whip turn that b#tch unicycle yeah
Spin out like laundry make him do some cycles yeah
Be like “you caught me” n#gg# we gone find your #ss
Flowing for days n#gg#s know that I’m like the best
Gone get your gang lit up if even try to test
n#gg# six body’s six bags
Turn this b#tch to six flags
Way I turn the scene into a frightening fest
Shoot up his sides yeah he gone need a wider vest
Feeling like Biden I’m gone need to get some rest
Cause man I’m tired of these n#gg#s think they best
Open your mind with this Glock one shot to head
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