Correction Lyrics Walking Dead by FMB DZ

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(Getta Beats)
You know I'm like a leprechaun for this sh*t

He play with me money, he play with me bread
House full of zombies, it's a walking dead
This sh*t somethin' like Black Ops, I'm tryna get a kill
I'm high as hell swervin', Jesus took the wheel
In the Range Rover, got four or five chains on
On my way to the lean man 'cause all the drank gone
The only time I lie is to the judge, you n***as lie for nothin'
b*t*h, we really thuggin', where I'm from, n***as die for nothin'

I asked my young n***a why hе spinnin' in a Scatpack?
He told me if them b*t*hеs get behind him, they ain't gon' catch that
Wide body, n***a straight active, he a live wire
Ain't never been no family guy, I f**k hoes like Quagmire
Rich n***a, all the hoes f**ks with the shotta
Rich b*t*h, she got her own money, she's a doctor
She strapped too, if you play with her, she'll pop you
I'm the bossman, I be eatin' lobster with the chopsticks
I'm a cash getter, alley-oop my n***as, I'm a bag splitter
I walk around beatin' on sh*t like my name Getta
I'm in Houston at the Galleria with my main hitter
People thinkin' I'm the dope man the way my chain glitter

n***a spoke my name like I'ma ho you, we gon' see about it
We catch you out, we up the score, n***a, don't worry 'bout it
I don't give a f**k where we at, we gon' air it out
Try not to hit women or the kids, that's all I care about
Boy, you in deep, I'm talkin' deep, watch your whereabouts
f**ked up world, 2020, n***as dyin' for clout
n***as dyin' for likes, n***as dyin' for pictures
n***as d**k suckin' other n***as, n***as act like b*t*hes
I been sippin' lean all day, now my kidney hurt
I keep havin' dreams 'bout Wockeisha, I'm gettin' sick of her
My b*t*h hate her too, if it weren't for her, she'd have a bigger purse
I know it ain't right, but goddamn, I had to put her first
I've been goin' hard at this sh*t for a minute
I've been sippin' lean for too long, I can't quit it
Can't go too long without it, I start throwin' up and sh*ttin'
I drunk so much Wock, I can smell it when I'm p*ssin'
These n***as blew that PUA money, now they finished
They got rich in the summer, they was broke before Christmas
I get real direct deposits, me and you a lil' different
I'm a grown-ass man, you can tell by how I'm livin'

Yeah, n***a
Bah-bah-bah-bah
n***a, shots fired
To all y'all b*t*h-ass n***as, man
We rich for real, man, tah

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