Dead Man

[Verse 1:]

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you

They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol

You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you

But don't walk up on me hoes, after the blow don't scroll with ya

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you

They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol

You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you

But don't walk up on me hoes, after the blow don't scroll with ya

Got them young shooters with me, they don't get along with you

If you ain't get no money nigga what it is wrong with you?

And I can't tell your own niggas have the wrong picture

I take the real sippin lean with this very long swisha

I'll drink my milkers and the codeine, even this apple juice mixture

If you knew that you would do that I swear you would not kiss

You's a naked boy that's nigga tryin to tell em got fish

If a snitch was without the day I bet this hood would not miss

[Hook:]

You's a dead man, playing games with that bread

You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you're playing games with my bread

You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man

Dead man, dead man, you's 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

[Verse 2:]

Five news, 4 tray, 6 A

8 watches, 4 chains, 6 rings

Pot Forbes don't add a high coast

From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope

Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16 fine

Prices loaded, shawty load, when I drive

Got my seat leanin low, bricks inside

Got em stashed in the door, always road running

Me and Gucci getting money fast, keep it coming

Track the trailer in the morning, won't stop jigging

Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga

I got rich up for Jacky

[Hook:]

You's a dead man, playing games with that bread

You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you're playing games with my bread

You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man

Dead man, dead man, you's 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

[Verse 3:]

What the fuck is you thinking?

Dumb bitch, you must have been drinking

This top had got me feeling like holy

If I let you ride you bound to be stinking

I'm an asshole I do what I like to

Oh shit this made for you to fight too

I don't give a fuck bitch I don't like you

Got that fire bitch I might light you

Bitch I am the streets you just look tough

Call my bricks is low like I was on bluff

Call me the master like soon up

Bad boy for real, no puff

If a nigga pussy I don't pimp mine,

Just keep the distance don't play with mine

Stay in your place fall out of line,

Had them young niggas on me you're here to be fine

You can find me in the hood where a hood don't go

Bitch just somebody that the hood don't know,

If a nigga turned up tell him watch these shows

Money never since then so I meant don't blow

King of streets just call me sire

On my throne, ain't no one higher

TR, UT ace no liar

Real street nigga I won't retire.

[Hook:]

You's a dead man, playing games with that bread

You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you're playing games with my bread

You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man

Dead man, dead man, you's 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