Deadz (feat. 2 Chainz) Lyrics

You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in troubleUh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed

Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deadsFresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn't trappin', I'd be wrappin' up them bundles
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be trappin' out the condos (know I'm sayin')
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I'm sayin')
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (gone)You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin' with that then you in troubleUh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deadsGang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam'ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don't don't stutter (rra!)You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin' with that then you in troubleUh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deadsHop out the bed and I'm countin' them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin'
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna' get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn't do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain't real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come straighten it
Nigga debatin', they hatin', they plottin', they waitin'
They want my ice tell 'em come take it
Had people tell me that I couldn't make it
Now I'm doin' shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me stay I gotta stay humble
But don't be too ready, you gotta have patienceDroppin' them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I'm gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it's frigid
I'm rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain't gangsterYou niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
Songwriters
Quavious Marshall, Kirshnik Ball, Kiari Cephus, Ronald LaTour, Tauheed EppsPublished by
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