Project Pat - Dead Guys lyrics

[Hook] I told them dead guys I dont bury them n***a play with them They gon' have to bury him f** with my dead guys You's a dead guy f** with my dead guys You's a dead guy [Verse 1] Need to play with your b**h Before you play with my money I been, not, never let a n***a take sh** from me Bussing bout them dead guy To you a dead guy f** your chest I'm aiming at your head now (head shot) I've got a hundred sitting in the clip for you, actus You n***as talking sh**, who really not factus I found a n***a, Dog I need it all bad He don't bring it back I'm a blow out his back Play with my change I'm a spray his brain And leave the streets main With a permanent stain Let a n***a play me Who the f** playin You and your partner body In the woods detain [Hook] I told them dead guys I dont bury them n***a play with them They gon' have to bury him f** with my dead guys You's a dead guy f** with my dead guys You's a dead guy [Verse 2] Pull up on the horse shoe Let the choppers talk When them yappers bark Bodies get put in chalk Now you n******gs want to burse it You use to curse me b**h I'm sipping gold bottles You lil' n******gs thirsty Still smoking bobby brown I'm on Kaley green Cup full a Nyquil I'm on promethazine You n***as playin with yuh self Playing with yuh elf f** around and be a body playin with my wealth I done had hard time Was no hand outs Play time, bed time Was no planned routes Just a journey to All fake n***as shook Speak the truth over hard [?] street n***as look, real crook By the book Never did I testify AK 40 plenty shooters b**h Don't you kiss the fire Cause these toaster gon' burn you like toast I'm smoking on this [?] from the west coast [Hook] I told them dead guys I dont bury them n***a play with them They gon' have to bury him f** with my dead guys You's a dead guy f** with my dead guys You's a dead guy [Verse 3] In the streets Like the G's And the Most We stay hustling Like the foes Pole club full a smoke Nothing but the [?]lounge Young n***as throwin gang signs in the crowd Champagne being pop b**hes poppin' a** Boss n***a sipping at the gla**, throwing cash OS n***as watching from, the sidelines Browns on their face see real n***a shine Lambrigini got their mouth hanging like a monkey Down [?] hoes fatter than a donkey The whole club going up On a Saturday They party white liquor Till the next day Everyday I make a plate Thats a chick day And we living every damn day Like it's chick day Stuntin like a baby Flexin' like i'm slim Cash money n***a Hustle but I'm [?] Get yuh cake up Get yuh p**y made up Yow n***as that's yuh table with no food on they plate...bro [Outro] Damn, sh** That ain't right my n***a Yow..That's f**ed up Very Don't f** with my dead guys my n***a