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SG Batman — Want Me Dead
Artist: → SG Batman
SG Batman — Want Me Dead — lyrics
Ion even take no handouts i just go and get it
Opps want me dead so bad, i be like “nigga come and kill me”
I just made a bet wit all my shootas, ima be the first to get em
How you willina die over dat lul bitch, you wasn’t even the first to hit ha?
Dis music done turnt me up, but i’m still a active member
Just bought a brand new choppa, i aim fa the shoulders, i’m tryna take off an f his ceilin
Bitch don’t get too comfortable, cuz i a put you right in yo feelins
Niggas be dyin, steady be losin they life doin allat chillin
I’m talm bout broad day
Homicides, we up on all our victims
I’m talm bout straight 8s
We’ll hop out ridin, tryna leave dis bitch on 0
I got some extra shootas ridin wimme just in case a nigga tryna be a hero
I gave dat bitch half of the x pill, she tryna get drunk off anejo
We put switches on all our pistols, let dis bitch off, it sound like a draco
I be on defense, but i’m still out hea ridin, tryna get a nigga out the way tho
38 special, shell catcher but it still ain’t no throw away tho
I can’t be inna car wit a nigga ain’t dea when i’m mentioned, i already know he a hoe
I’m ridin double-breasted, a nigga in trouble, i think i’m seein double
All dis fuckin cheese on me, i look like i just worked a double
She ain’t wanna fuck on a empty stomach, i went n bought da bitch a mcdouble
You got yo ppp and ain’t buy no guns, boy yo ass in trouble!
Allat barkin, you ain’t gon bite shit, you might as well have on a muzzle
Steady spinnin da block, can’t sell his weed, he gotta find a new hustle
Double triggers on dem glizzies
Dem bitches come in a double
They let me in, they in trouble
Me n my shoota, we dumb n dumber
Bitch, i ain’t neva been no runner, i always been the muscle
I’m worth a million dollars, still a fuck a bitch onna palate
I buy squares from the opps, they don’t want no static
Glizzies automatic
Ima turn up on ya, dats automatic
The opps ain’t gettin they lick back, ion know why they goin thru a tragedy
We got so much guns, so much smoke, like we workin at a factory
I put these red dots in yo face, you a think he got some acne
She suckin dick onna floor, she scrappin up ha knees
Dis ain’t no uber, i’m finna pick up all these es
I’m only fuckin 8s and up, anything under that ain’t my speed
A bitch ain’t what i need
Yo homie just died last night, finna roll em up in my weed! uhnn!
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