Bring Out Your Dead

LETRA

Bring Out Your Dead

[Intro]
You gon’, You gon’, die, die– (Out of the way, kids!)
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch (ay, ay, ay)
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Used to smoke crack, now I count fuc*** racks
Back to the smack, lickin’ the powder bags
Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it
Three in the back, and that’s not including yo’ bitch tushy

Mutt hit the blunt like a bump
$lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a f***
In my counts, suck it up, bitch, I’m fuc***
Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs

Dreads full of stank, til’ my car fuckin’ slumped
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fuc*** luck
Lean the seat back as I’m swerving, I crash
Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black

I’m ash
Put ’em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, “If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP
Let’s just be terrorists, blow up on NBC”

[Hook]
Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch

Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
This for any pu*** boy wanna act up (ac’ up)
Find yourself dead with no guts (no guts)
Voice in my head say, “Ya ain’t kill yourself!”
So, so, so I wrote a note

Hot boy, Torkoal
Told homie, “make a circle”
F*** you when the (?)
These Xanax anxiety on panic

Fuck, f***, f***! I got to go!
I got a sixty pack waitin’ at home
Feel like a zombie; I’m all alone
Everyone clones
Please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone

[Refrain: $LICK $LOTH]
(?)
Let’s get it, get that hoe!
Motherfucking gang (gang!)
I don’t damn care, aye
So am I right?

[Outro]
Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch

Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
Bitch, you gon’ die, hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
Triple Six