Lyrics Young Scooter – Dead Man
Text:
Verse 1: Gucci Mane
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci guwap when I do a song with you
Got them young shooters with me they don’t get along with you
If you ain’t get no money nigga what is wrong with you
And I can’t tell your own, they must have the wrong picture
I’m in the whip sippin’ lean, with this very long swisher
I drink promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn’t do that I swear you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
Hook:
You’s a dead man, playing games with the bread
You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
Verse 2: Young Scooter
Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings
Pot Forks don’t add the high cost
From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope
Remix to you, you know I can sell you both 16-5
Prices lower then shawty low,
When I drive got my seat leanin low
Always road running, me and Gucci getting money fast keep comin’
Try to trailer in the morning won’t stop jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I’m a street nigga
I got rich off of junkies
Hook:
You’s a dead man, playing games with the bread
You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
Album
Young Scooter – Free Bricks II
