Dead Man Walking (Explicit)

Dead Man Walking (Explicit) - Quality Control/Lil Yachty

Lyrics by：Miles Parks McCollum/Tyron Douglas

Composed by：Miles Parks McCollum/Tyron Douglas

Self for sure

Buddha bless this beat

B***h

Where my motherf**king sack

Why them 20s in the front

Why them 100s in the back

Show me what you got

Bring it back for some cash

I'm a self made product gee I look like a bag

I'm a f**kin' millionaire I meant it

I'ma put a b***h on Front Street if you don't believe it

Ask your motherf**king friends I'ma do it shoot

I'm that n***a with the pew AK

I'ma shoot it

I got b***hes who in love like I'm Cupid

If a n***a 'cross me up on my mother boy

He stupid yeah

Dead man walking let's go

Drop tape posin' grand am skrrtin'

Bad b***h big booty and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin' I'm in Stockholm why you stalking

Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin

Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin'

Only time a n***a sweat when a n***a joggin'

I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in

That's a Fendi got two Bentleys white and green

One Ferrari all red like Supreme

Yo b***h a meat lover for the team

Try to 'cross me out do you know what that mean

You a dead man walking

Drop tape posin' grand Am skrrtin'

Bad b***h big booty and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin' I'm in Stockholm why you stalkings