Brodinski - Dead People lyrics

[Hook] Ben frank, that's my homie Andrew Jackson, that's my homie Ulysses Grant, that's my homie Hamilton, that's my homie I'm seeing dead people I'm seeing dead people I'm seeing dead people [Verse 1] Mid coming in by the trash bag I got that gas bag I need a big trunk I'm trapping in the low key Honda, pick-up truck pick the bricks up I whip it up like I got nun-chucks I go everywhere with my gun tucked 50 round shoot like a drummer, came in the game to kick sh** like a punter I keep with the chopstick like it's Benihana Me and my plug communicate with numbers I keep the Judge like I'm your honor I beat the work in the pot like E Honda How many brick can I stuff in my Honda? Started the plug and never been a runner Add the baking soda hit it like thunder I keep the money on me by the bundle [Hook x2] Ben frank, that's my homie Andrew Jackson, that's my homie Ulysses Grant, that's my homie Hamilton, that's my homie I'm seeing dead people I'm seeing dead people I'm seeing dead people [Verse 2] I got a sixth sense, (dead people) compact Glock 45 that's the grim reaper I go MIA with two mamacitas I wear Givenchy's I don't wear adidas Rockstar n***a be high like the Beatles That money chasing me like Jeepers Creepers Ice all on me like its creatures, these b**hes s** on me like leeches I double my cup and I'm sneeking and geeking I'm on the percocet this evening Pop me a xan got me sleeping, drinking a raw four got my cup leaking Looking for a plug I'm tom peeping, whipping a brick and my arm bleeding Do anything for the money I need it, dropping a ticket like fall season [Hook x2] Ben frank, that's my homie Andrew Jackson, that's my homie Ulysses Grant, that's my homie Hamilton, that's my homie I'm seeing dead people I'm seeing dead people I'm seeing dead people