Swifta Beater - Dats Dead lyrics

[Chorus: Saf-One] Dats dead Front then talk to the feds: Dats dead Two-five-O for a zed: Dats dead Gyal try holla on the regs: Dats dead Rolex and no bread: Dats dead Your sh** bars on a set: Dats dead Talking hard on the web: Dats dead Get these bars in your head: Dats dead, fam dats dead, blud dats dead [Verse 1: Saf-One] Two phones with no cred: Dats dead Girlfriend when you're in pen: Dats dead Nought-point-five on a ten: Dats dead Send me the [?] Blud dats dead Man haggle with me to come better with the price Then he come short with the bread: Dats dead I ain't got time for no funny guys If you ain't rocking with the set Dats dead Dead, that's dead-out [?] Catch me where the gyaldem deb out SafDoneDis life guaranteed sell out Don't go hard then get out FaceTime me off-guard get a bell out Ain't jumped in my car: Dats dead Ain't been to my yard: Dats dead And again [Chorus: Saf-One] [Verse 2: Pressure] You don't make money on the regs: Dats dead You ain't got money for your rent: Dats dead Car but you ain't got petty: Dats dead No money on your oyster: Yeah dats dead Like your iPhone battery Yeah dats dead No XBox or a PS: Dats dead Heard that you don't Stay Fresh: Dats dead You ain't got a F on your chest: Dats dudders Me and the menzdem have got a bag of colours Got it for the gyaldem, got it for the brothers S-Gang the best gang, dead any others Manna got a StayFresh mug for your mothers Manna got a StayFresh range for the summers When it comes to making paper, we love it More than music, couple man are gunners You don't want none of, cah [Chorus: Saf-One] [Verse 3: J Bomma B] Claim that you trap but you're broke: Dats dead Renting a car to stunt: Dats dead Fake gold chain 'round your neck: Dats dead Fake ice watch on your wrist: Dats dead Fake earrings in your ears: Dats dead Fake DJ can't mix: Dats dead (Dats fake) Dats dead (Dats fake) Dats dead But that girl gives very good head No girl can't holla at me on her red Unless she wants to give man head Basically, yeah that's what I said And if she ain't on that: Dats dead Dats dead, Dats dead, Dats dead Knowledge, brain You know that's head Brain, knowledge Come give me some then And if it ain't that I'm not interested [Chorus: Saf-One] [Verse 4: Trilla] Shotta, but you got no weed: Dats dead Shotta, but you got no P: Dats dead What you think man just MC? Dats dead I got yutes you don't see Dats dead Said you're a cropper, show me your ched This ain't ched: Nah dats dead "Yeah it is" What it's alright for the night, but in broad daylight: Nah dats dead Nah dats dead That can't be done Who wants a clash that can't be won? Them MC's been spitting for years Through blood, sweat and tears and that can't be fun You gotta get your brand on lock You gotta get your sh** boxed off Or dats dead You gotta make your sh** pop off And you gotta save most of the prof Or dats dead [Chorus: Saf-One]