Fredo Bang Dead Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, homicide
We leave p*ssy niggas traumatized
I'm still rappin' off his partner, f*ck the other side (f*ck that boy)
He speak on Gee, I put him down and leave his mouth wide (Yes, sir)
And tell my cousin to get out of my business
He better not pick a side (Bitch, southside)
Ten by ten (Yeah), tell the bank teller that I'm goin' in (Teller that I'm goin' in)
These niggas swervin', I drop a check, they tryna cash it in (Skrrt)
Osama, purgin' (Yeah), tryna put one of you bitches in a casket early
Hit his face (Bop), do him dirty (Grr)
You can ask Smooth, back in the day, I let that bitch bang (Bitch go bang)
Niggas call me Blood, but I don't gangbang (Why?)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you is, I let my nuts hang (I let my nuts hang)
Hit his stomach, make him shit, this ain't a [?] thing (Hmm, bop, bop)
I keep killers on my line, this bitch go, "Ring, ring" (Ring, ring)
I hit a nigga in his face, he look like Shaw Dane (Fah, fah, fah)
I don't be kickin' it with these niggas, I bet I pop one (Bet I pop some)
They want a shoutout from the blogs, I'm finna shot one (I'm finna drop somethin')
[Chorus]
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman)
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
Let a nigga rub me wrong, then he a deadman Let's go
Deadman (Deadman), uh, deadman (Deadman)
Uh, I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman, yeah)
Deadman (Deadman), uh, deadman (Deadman)
Had a nigga rub me wrong, then he a deadman (Deadman)

[Verse 2]
Catch him swervin', stop the whip (Ha)
Bitch, it ain't no skatin'
Drop the pack, I got him smashed (What else?)
I'm back, activated (Yeah)
f*ck him, let his mama love him (Okay)
He shouldn't have been doin' that fakin'
If he live through this for the rest of his life, he gon' need medication (Bop, bop, bop)
He was talkin' hard and now he stiff (Now he stiff)
Nigga hit him with that iron, he got a limp (Got a—Ah, ah)
If you know just like I know, you better not f*ck with us (Better not f*ck with us)
Keep your ass up in the house, we got all types of clips (Grr)

[Chorus]
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman)
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman)
Let a nigga rub me wrong, then he a deadman
Let's go
Deadman (Deadman, you know I don't play with these niggas), deadman (Deadman)
I don't give a f*ck, you a deadman (Deadman, yeah, f*ck a nigga)
Deadman (Deadman), deadman (Deadman, uh, f*ck him and his mama)
Let a nigga rub me wrong, then he a deadman (Deadman, let's get it)