Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane when Im on the stage with you But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you But dont walk up on me homes, I aint finna blow no strong with you Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you If you aint get no money nigga what is wrong with you And I cant tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long swisher Im drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man youre playing games with my bread You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A 8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings Pot forks, dope at a high cost From coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16-5 Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive Got my seat leanin', low bricks inside Got 'em stash in the door, always road running Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin' Tractor trailer in the morning wont stop jugging Every month I make 4 hundred, Im a street nigga I got rich off of junkies Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, you playing games with my bread You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been drinking This chopper had got me feeling like Harley If I let it ride you bound to be stinkin' Im a asshole I do what I like to Old shit that's made for you to fight to I dont give a fuck bitch I dont like you Got that fire bitch I might light you Bitch I am the streets you just look tough Couple bricks of snow like I was on bluff Call me the master like Sho'Nuff Bad boy for real, no Puff If a nigga pussy I dont pimp mine Just keep your distance dont play with mine Stay in your place fall out the line Have them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine You can find me in the hood what a hood dont go Heard you're somebody the hood dont know If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this show Money never sit still so I dont blow King of the streets just call me sire On my thrown ain't no one higher T.R.U.T.H. no liar Real street nigga I wont retire Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, youre playing games with my bread You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man