Rich Homie Quan - Dead On lyrics

(Intro) Hey.... LONDON ON DA TRACK, b*tch! O ohh... Hey... Ohh... Aye! (Chorus) - Rich Homie Quan I f**ed her quick and fast Then I went to bed on em Lil shawty got a phat a** And some good lil head on her And they talk behind my back Because I know they scared of me Yo I ain't off my nigha My sh** be dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Ran up on no country nigha Boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these f** nighas Boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on (Verse 1) - Young Thug Pfftsshh! I'm playing dead but I'm dead on ya You not a blood but you got red on ya 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 Margel Mason and them.. Now I feel like I'm high up in the aiirr.. I got your baby shaking like a hit stick inside a ? (Chorus) - Rich Homie Quan I f**ed her quick and fast Then I went to bed on em Lil shawty got a phat a** And some good lil head on her And they talk behind my back Because I know they scared of me Yo I ain't off my nigha My sh** be dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Ran up on no country nigha Boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these f** nighas Boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on (Verse 2) - Rich Homie Quan They said 18, Call me a Felon Influent by the movie Bentley I got on all black just like a reverend These nighas act like Tyler Perry I swear I'm geeked up off these medics So if you try Then yo a** better be ready Cause I swear to god I'll blow one of you nighas and not even think about it If that is yo main hoe don't bring her round me I was lost in the Majors then somebody found me Money for rainy days, I can't go with out it Nigha don't talk no sh** if you not about it My nigha move O's, ain't talking Audis! b**hes take off their clothes just to stand by me Got a pocket full of stones Tryna get off em And I wanted to do a song but you sound awful I'm way gone, swear I'm ? (Chorus) - Rich Homie Quan I f**ed her quick and fast Then I went to bed on em Lil shawty got a phat a** And some good lil head on her And they talk behind my back Because I know they scared of me Yo I ain't off my nigha My sh** be dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Ran up on no country nigha Boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these f** nighas Boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on