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Dead Lyrics by ​​​ranKer

2023

[Intro]
(​​​ranKer)

[Verse 1: len333]
Yeah, my chain, it costs like eighteen hundred
Niggas talkin' on my name, bullets get to dum—
Yeah, my chain, it costs like eighteen hundred
Niggas talkin' on my name, bullets get to dumpin'
I got fourty in my bag, I can't do no runnin'
Talkin' 'bout you got that bread, niggas get no dou—
I got fourty in my bag, I can't do no runnin'
Talkin' 'bout you got that bread, niggas get no do—, no dou—
I got shooters, we go stupid, got on you hella scopes
Keep on sayin' that you gang, nigga, no, you not
RKs, where we be? Niggas throwin' dots
Niggas surely talkin' on me, I got hella opps

[Bridge: len333]
Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit back
Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit back-ack
Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit, that shit
Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit, that shit

[Verse 2: bandobando]
Go stupid whippin' drive-bys make a opp look stupid
And landin' out with Chronicle, know all my niggas ruthless
Postin-postin' with all them guns because you know that you don't shoot shit
All my niggas aimin' at the top, we winnin', opps is losin'
I can pull up on my boonie shit, brand-new Smith & Wesson
You can call my ass a tеacher the way I teach your ass a lеsson
I can pull up on my boonie shit, brand-new Smith & Wesson
You can call my ass a teacher the way I teach your ass a lesson
I can make your bitch come to my crib with one single message
Got a lot of niggas left up on my wrists, that's the checklist

[Verse 3: Chronicle]
One, two, three, ayy, niggas ain't gon' do shit
Talkin' shit online, nigga, you ain't finna shoot shit
One, two, three, ayy, niggas ain't gon' do shit
Talkin' shit online, nigga, you ain't finna shoot shit
Talkin' shit online, nigga, you ain't finna shoot shit
Tha-tha-that was your bitch, well, nigga, come and prove it
Walk up with the dead, yeah, and now I feel like Reid, yeah
With my nigga bando, you ain't gettin' bands, ho
Scope with the red dot, we gon' catch a headshot
With my nigga bando, you ain't gettin' bands, ho
Nigga wanna chill with me, niggas tryna kill a fee
My niggas don't like you, stay the fuck away from me

[Outro]
(Just testing some shit out)

About “Dead” by ​​​ranKer

Read the complete lyrics to "Dead" by ​​​ranKer in 2023. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under In English, USA, Underground Rap.

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