Cruel Santino ft. Koffee - DEADMAN BONE Lyrics

Jaletta
Shorty use her feet and stamp (stamp, stamp, stamp, stamp)
Collector, she don't want tease her pam pam (pam pam, pam pam)
I rate her, any man ah trigga we ah slam (slam, slam, slam, slam)
The Slater, come give me that kush, ganjaman (man, man, man)
Like disciple, shorty use her feet and stamp (stamp, stamp, stamp, stamp)
In the cycle, niggas think they bigger than Pac (Pac, Pac, Pac, Pac)
Ain't no lie, yeah, play the game you beat it and stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)
Road eye, that's the monster gunshot

Me suffer, the wicked wanna see the man down
Me nah fall, on your mark, come face the beast firm and proper
Now we weave all the bullet that they shoot from afar
Santino be the chosen one, nah free the other man
Ha, kinda cold in the block but we hot, boy
Took a deal six figures, boy, I'm out, boy
Santino with the dance, I got that pop, boy
Now we making all the moves, I need to stop, boy
She said, "Santi, how could you learn?"
I kissed her, finessed her, took off with the bands
The Carter, the shotter, big money
Santi lowkey, how could you learn?

Hey, Santi, say you a deadman
Yeah, whoa, say deadman
Hey, Santi, say what you said, man
We ah 'cause sticky situation
See how far we go wit' da ray gun, yeah
Pull up on you, congratulations
Deadman, yeah, dead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, Santi, say what you said, yeah
Reflecting, we light it, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mi flexing, you like it, yeah
Refreshing (yeah), we vibing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We're taking psilocybin, yeah
Stilettos, mi Nikes (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me pray Jah give me the guidance, yeah
Mi ray gun beside me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jamaican, living, survivin', yeah
Me nuh really care what dem talk about me, yeah
Me deh anywhere where di shotta dem dey, yeah
You know anywhere me ah chat ah bem bay, yeah
Me tell all mi dawgs, me will never go astray
Yeah, yeah, inna real life
We lock pot, ah know you feel like
Real life black, unnuh come in like
Deadman bone, yeah

Okay, waste your money, she don't even want one (yeah, want me in the rear)
Come and see something, she gon' need a lil pump (comeing in a lyft)
Homie kill kill, he ain't with that god son (come fi kill)
Come and get some, girl I know you want some (I got it)
I know they talking about me, I'm the shit
Don't send it (I heard they talking 'bout me)
They don't know shit, I'm lowkey, just like the reverend (like the rev)
It ain't do or die, and I even gotta touch it (touch)
You know I'm pretty wild, so my bitches gotta fuck shit (she'll fuck)