Copy Colonel, ay
I can confirm, the enemy has been taken down
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Yooo Shit I didn't do
Shit's scary f*cking boo
Jump scared a federal crime
To me is a spoof
F*cking breaking through a roof
Shooting from the back like Booth
Robbing all they shit like shoes
Than I exit like I moved
I be f*cking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherf*ckers glasses on McLovin, finna yap about a dozen
Hold up my cuzin Imma break em down
Finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel
Did I do it Wow, stop judging you fat cow
Go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about
Do I tolerate sleuths? Nah I f*cking hate you' s. I wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you
Here's the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. Let em explain all this shit like he wearing hey dudes
You a good person but I hate you
I feel like Kanye cuz I hate
I bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape
The f*ck you think I was gon say?
Some racist shit, niggas talking, still shopping at payless bitch
Don't need a birthday cake I got them bands
Cautious I do this often aim at ya mans
Stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane
Crash dummies, they gon wanna run up
If I tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up
Talk about me, they ain't keepin it 100
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
I'm the reason why you don't get on nerves
Ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms
All of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds
They only give a shit as long as they're involved like jerks
A missing person or more it doesn't hurt
Maybe you should give it a try cause it sure f*cking works
If not get better at your flirts, show they get no bitches even if they burn
They go up to me and they got fake blood
Saying they got hurt and I'm like wait what
I didn't ask and I'm pretty sure they're hugged
It doesn't hurt them so they should just stay lucked
My ass cooked shit's potluck
I know I should've been booked got got f*ck
I'm still a rookie and my shit hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought cunts
Like damn forget about it
We just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and
Put the bad things behind me
Don't let them bitches say that they be fighting
Behind me, behind me, behind me
Yo yo ay
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We bled
We fled
We painted red
Now we go off with no cred
G Shep - Death Row (feat. Les) Lyrics
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English
Copy Colonel, ay
I can confirm, the enemy has been taken down
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Yooo Shit I didn't do
Shit's scary f*cking boo
Jump scared a federal crime
To me is a spoof
F*cking breaking through a roof
Shooting from the back like Booth
Robbing all they shit like shoes
Than I exit like I moved
I be f*cking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherf*ckers glasses on McLovin, finna yap about a dozen
Hold up my cuzin Imma break em down
Finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel
Did I do it Wow, stop judging you fat cow
Go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about
Do I tolerate sleuths? Nah I f*cking hate you' s. I wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you
Here's the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. Let em explain all this shit like he wearing hey dudes
You a good person but I hate you
I feel like Kanye cuz I hate
I bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape
The f*ck you think I was gon say?
Some racist shit, niggas talking, still shopping at payless bitch
Don't need a birthday cake I got them bands
Cautious I do this often aim at ya mans
Stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane
Crash dummies, they gon wanna run up
If I tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up
Talk about me, they ain't keepin it 100
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
I'm the reason why you don't get on nerves
Ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms
All of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds
They only give a shit as long as they're involved like jerks
A missing person or more it doesn't hurt
Maybe you should give it a try cause it sure f*cking works
If not get better at your flirts, show they get no bitches even if they burn
They go up to me and they got fake blood
Saying they got hurt and I'm like wait what
I didn't ask and I'm pretty sure they're hugged
It doesn't hurt them so they should just stay lucked
My ass cooked shit's potluck
I know I should've been booked got got f*ck
I'm still a rookie and my shit hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought cunts
Like damn forget about it
We just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and
Put the bad things behind me
Don't let them bitches say that they be fighting
Behind me, behind me, behind me
Yo yo ay
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We bled
We fled
We painted red
Now we go off with no cred
I can confirm, the enemy has been taken down
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Yooo Shit I didn't do
Shit's scary f*cking boo
Jump scared a federal crime
To me is a spoof
F*cking breaking through a roof
Shooting from the back like Booth
Robbing all they shit like shoes
Than I exit like I moved
I be f*cking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherf*ckers glasses on McLovin, finna yap about a dozen
Hold up my cuzin Imma break em down
Finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel
Did I do it Wow, stop judging you fat cow
Go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about
Do I tolerate sleuths? Nah I f*cking hate you' s. I wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you
Here's the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. Let em explain all this shit like he wearing hey dudes
You a good person but I hate you
I feel like Kanye cuz I hate
I bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape
The f*ck you think I was gon say?
Some racist shit, niggas talking, still shopping at payless bitch
Don't need a birthday cake I got them bands
Cautious I do this often aim at ya mans
Stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane
Crash dummies, they gon wanna run up
If I tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up
Talk about me, they ain't keepin it 100
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
Death Row
Death Tone
All these bitches whack
Rep thrown
Checked clothes
I ain't hitching back
Running cul-de-sacs
Fun even front to back
Journey's over now
How am I a f*cking trap
I'm the reason why you don't get on nerves
Ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms
All of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds
They only give a shit as long as they're involved like jerks
A missing person or more it doesn't hurt
Maybe you should give it a try cause it sure f*cking works
If not get better at your flirts, show they get no bitches even if they burn
They go up to me and they got fake blood
Saying they got hurt and I'm like wait what
I didn't ask and I'm pretty sure they're hugged
It doesn't hurt them so they should just stay lucked
My ass cooked shit's potluck
I know I should've been booked got got f*ck
I'm still a rookie and my shit hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought cunts
Like damn forget about it
We just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and
Put the bad things behind me
Don't let them bitches say that they be fighting
Behind me, behind me, behind me
Yo yo ay
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We bled
We fled
We painted red
Now we go off with no cred
Writer: G Shep, L s, Gavin Shepard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid