MTM DonDon – Deadman lyrics

Ohh, ohhh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Red up in my eyes and blood upon my jeans
Traumatized, I’m itching from these murder scenes
If I catch you slippin’ you gone earn yo’ wings
Look, and do not do no dissin’
Do not mention 3
Whether you gone live, nigga, it’s up to me
Gang
Either he gone stay or he gone fucking leave
Streets been asking round like what the fuck you mean
What the fuck you mean
Get’em hit by any means
Hashtag, dead man dies
Paperwork, niggas telling lies
I’m the type to hit between the eyes
Walk down, hit em’ with the nine
Niggas know I ain’t even lyin’
That’s on gang
Niggas know I ain’t even lyin’
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Might spin in a fo’ door
Hang out the window with pogo
Run a nigga down with that fo-fo
Gotta keep that shit on the low-low
These niggas know how it go though
I did that shit there for bro-bro
I throw the nine like I’m Romo
These niggas gay
They be homo
He said that shit there for promo
These niggas know that’s a no-no
On bro though
I’m the type of nigga get his wig split
We send the blitz like a hit stick
Stood on the block on that business
Servin’ that dope in the trenches
Do not condone in no snitchin’
These niggas bitches
Run a nigga down with that glizzy
I’ma make a nigga jump fences
I’m the type to leave a nigga missin’
Kill em’ in the kitchen
Sharks can’t swim with no fishes
Ion know why these niggas trippin’
Murder my mind and my business
These niggas know I been ignant
Hogtie a nigga ‘bout dem Benjies
Knowin’ that my aim is relentless
Fill a nigga body up
Have a nigga feelin’ like he swimming
The way I work out on my pivot
Give lil’ boy ass what he wishin’
Wrap em’ like a gift that’s for Christmas
Beat em’ til I give that boy blisters
Blood all over my pistol
We send them bitches like missiles
I did that shit for B Gizzle
When I shoot I will not miss em’
We gone dismiss em’
Put em’ to sleep like a pillow
Bang on my chest go gorilla
They cannot fuck wit’ my killas
Chop em’ up
Put em’ in a splitter
Fuck around and smoke em’ out a swisher
These niggas know I’m official
Don’t play if you don’t play with no pistols
Red up in my eyes and blood upon my jeans
Ohh, ohhh, ohh
Traumatized, I’m itching from these murder scenes
Ohh, ohh, ohh ohh
If I catch you slippin’ you gone earn yo’ wings
Ohh, ohh, ohh ohh
Look, and do not do no dissin’
Ohh, ohh, ohh ohh
Do not mention 3
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Whether you gone live, nigga, it’s up to me
Ohh, ohh,
Gang
Either he gone stay or he gone fucking leave
Ohh, ohh,
Streets been asking round like what the fuck you mean
Ohh, ohh
What the fuck you mean
Get’em hit by any means
Hashtag, dead man dies
Paperwork, niggas telling lies
I’m the type to hit between the eyes
Walk down, hit em’ with the nine
Niggas know I ain’t even lyin’
Gang
Niggas know I ain’t even lyin’
Uhh
Uhh