Dead To The Word Lyrics

Featuring Lucky Don

[Hook]
This ain't that cool
My wrist icy wrap shit (this not)
This that gangsta wrist icy clap shit
The mafia ain't no frontin' in this

[Verse]
You violate I can't find you I'm gunning your bitch
It's Lucky Don I know some in the mix
Sea sunken at 6 ,3 CL with a crispy face
Honey that look like money with my daylight
It look like sunny, what's happening partner
We living it you rapping it partner
The shit you rap about clap 'em back partner
Leave a nigga leaning feed 'em position steamin
I make movies mofoka you scheming
Ain't enough I gon' help 'em all day
I'm a brooklyn twelve 'em I was just waiting
I never felt 'em I had to hand me that knife
I could've been elk them
What happened to the sun , Luck shell through them
Any hood in the nigga Luck welcomed
I tried to run down my resume
But y'all wanted to see the weapons spray
Ok that's fine, it ain't a real nigga
I roll blind I dare whoever nigga play with mine
Yours over there I stay with mine

[Hook x2]
This ain't that cool
My wrist icy wrap shit
This that gangsta wrist icy clap shit
The mafia,mafia,mafia,mafia,mafia

[Verse]
We're all flashing ain't the rol' on his wrist
It's thing on his hip about to make y'all go shit
It's real tell me if it gets realer than this
Lost a general I gave him my wrist

[Verse]
They ain't poppin' nothing they got a cork in 'em
I pop pop till you done put a fork in 'em
You was running from them dogs I was walking 'em
Welcome to the life shit is a gamble welcome to the dice
You hungry you're welcomed to a slice ,psich!
You pay me 'cause I was fucked up and you was up all crazy
Late nights I was up all crazy studying the hand that God gave me
Lucky Don pure stand up nigga the scum
Put your stamp up
The mafia put your camp up nigga
Whole circle full of man up niggas
Can't lose can't lie real niggas that's fly

[Hook x2]
This ain't that cool
My wrist icy wrap shit
This that gangsta wrist icy clap shit
The mafia,mafia,mafia,mafia,mafia