London On Da Track - Dead On lyrics

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan] I f**ed her quick then fast then I went to bed on her Lil' shawty got a fat a**, a good lil' head on her And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me Your aim off, lil n***a, boy my sh** be dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Run off on a country n***a, boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these f** n***a, boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on [Verse 1: Young Thug] I'm playing dead, but I'm dead on you You not a Blood, but you got red on you And I watch my surroundings like the Feds on me I just got me some pints on a plane I feel like I'm alien Man, I'm so high up, I'm higher than every alien Went from open mic to performing in the stadiums Now all my shoes, they sponsored by Margiella Maison them And I feel like I'm high up in the air I got your baby shaking like his dick inside of there [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] I f**ed her quick then fast then I went to bed on her Lil' shawty got a fat a**, a good lil' head on her And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me Your aim off, lil n***a, boy my sh** be dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Run off on a country n***a, boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these f** n***a, boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] At 16 I caught me a felon Influenced by the movie 'Belly' I got on all black just like a reverend Why these n***as act like Tyler Perry? I swear I'm geeked up off these medics Girl if you try me, your a** better be ready Cause I swear to God, I blow one of y'all n***as and won't think about it If that is your main ho, don't bring her 'round me I was lost in a maze till somebody found me Money for rainy days, I can't go without it n***a don't talk no sh** if you not about it My n***a move O's, I ain't talking Audis b**hes take off their clothes just to stand by me Got a pocket full of stone, try'na get off them And I went and did a song, but you sound awful I'm way gone, swear it ain't take long [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] I f**ed her quick then fast then I went to bed on her Lil' shawty got a fat a**, a good lil' head on her And they talk behind my back, cause I know they scared of me Your aim off, lil n***a, boy my sh** be dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Run off on a country n***a, boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these f** n***a, boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on