Want Me Dead Lyrics by Quando Rondo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
You know that all blue be her diamond ring
Lil’ shorty, she the finest thing
Ah, ah
Oh (QRN)
I heard a n**** want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me
So much of dope inside this rental, you can’t see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left ’em bleedin’ ’bout it
Ha, that’s my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that’s my cleanin’ shorty
I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains
No, baby, I can’t see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin’ dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles
Ha, my favorite opp dead, sister talk too much, no, I don’t like the bitch
Lul Timmy rolled her brother up, got stepped on in some Nike kicks
Up and swing that cutter ’round and hit ’em and his wife and kids
Jump Out Gang, my brother thuggin’, Sosa Gang some slimey n*****
Wockhardt, don’t nobody drink from out my soda cup
Fuck a cop car, we gon’ bend the corner, hold on, bust ’em up
I’m livin’ life just like a rockstar, Claymore by his door up, got to blow him up
Aha, I don’t see shit funny, we stepped on your brother
Steady steppin’, steady flexin’
Come and up the score, Lil’ Double O tote Smith & Wesson
Whole hundred shots missed at the show, y’all n***** must be fuckin’ cappin’
I’m smokin’ za pack out the O, he was a stepper, but got stepped on
That other rapper his big bro, it’s been a year, we still ain’t vanished
I made three hundred off of dope, ain’t did a show, but I’m still havin’
Fuck 300, TK4, that’s what I’m reppin’, spell it backwards
Extension pokin’ out my clothes, y’all n***** know it ain’t no lackin’
I’m in the ‘Nolia with them smackers
I heard a n**** want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me
So much of dope inside this rental, you can’t see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left ’em bleedin’ ’bout it
Ha, that’s my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that’s my cleanin’ shorty
I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains
No, baby, I can’t see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin’ dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles
Uh, I keep my eye right on the timer
Quando, your mama like my mama
Got beaucoup choppers for some problems
Point ’em out, I’ll stop ’em, I’m the dada, n****
I pick up my Bible, I’m like, “Father, I got trauma”
I caught cases with my partners and got the industry wantin’ to knock a n****
I’m gon’ get my poles out, you gon’ get your hoes out
“Go kill ’em,” what they told us, we murder somethin’
N***** steady claimin’ they gon’ do us somethin’, know anyway it go with us
Youngin out his mind, he tryna fuck with somethin’
Know they bitch gon’ be deep when we meet, standoff, let’s see, we spray the shit
Wait, they leave on side the East, up close, they blow, tryna face the clique
AI YoungBoy, know I go hard, strictly on that murder shit
Fuck that rap boy, for our hit squad, tryna zip another bitch
Bloodshed when that thirty hit
See your ass, they swervin’ shit
GOJ, who gon’ die today? That’s 4KTrey, I know you heard of this
38, real gang baby from the dog pen
All day talkin’ no asthma, never get exhausted
I heard a n**** want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me
So much of dope inside this rental, you can’t see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left ’em bleedin’ ’bout it
Ha, that’s my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that’s my cleanin’ shorty
I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains
No, baby, I can’t see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin’ dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles