Deezy216 - Dyin' Day (freestyle) Lyrics

I lost my brother 4s up another angel to the gates
When I find the man who killed him I'm gon put it to his face
A full 30 round clip, I make him eat it like a cake
I call up JT he gon slide you know my people do not fake
He's throwing Bs up in the trenches I'm still throwing up them rakes
Me and Kilo went to Cleveland we just picked up them new drakes
Free lil Rico out the cell it's time we break him out that cage
Me and Remi squashed the beef we had to push that out the way
You need a pack I get you served just call up FME the gang
You want the smoke you fuckin stupid I'm gon cook you like a steak
If you a op talkin dirty leave his body in the lake
And if you put the pressure on me I'm gon swerve you out yo lane
I'm too sick for this rap shit I got weight up on my name
You spent a hundred on some pills I spent a thousand on a chain
Pulling up with a K, fuck a mask I'm bare faced
You can catch me on the block cuz ain't a damn thing changed
Man I wrote this on the way, to the studio today
Cut the grass and see the snakes, then stab a knife right through they brains
If you want a problem with me pussy see me on the stage
I'll sell you tickets take the money give it right to momma Tray
That's on the gang he's flying high but there's still food up on his plate
I go insane with the K you see these bullets I don't play
Call up your OG guarantee he got my fuckin resume
Even he don't want the smoke, he just told me yesterday
No rap cap
We really do that shit y'all be talking bout
That's on the gang when I find that pussy who killed Tray it's dying day
4s up shout out FME, MNC, big Gs
Shout out the Bs, shout out the Cs, i fuck with you if you fuck with me
That's on the ta

I lost my brother 4s up another angel to the gates
When I find the man who killed him I'm gon put it to his face
A full 30 round clip, I make him eat it like a cake
I call up JT he gon slide you know my people do not fake
He's throwing Bs up in the trenches I'm still throwing up them rakes
Me and Kilo went to Cleveland we just picked up them new drakes
Free lil Rico out the cell it's time we break him out that cage
Me and Remi squashed the beef we had to push that out the way
You need a pack I get you served just call up FME the gang
You want the smoke you fuckin stupid I'm gon cook you like a steak
If you a op talkin dirty leave his body in the lake
And if you put the pressure on me I'm gon swerve you out yo lane
I'm too sick for this rap shit I got weight up on my name
You spent a hundred on some pills I spent a thousand on a chain
Pulling up with a K, fuck a mask I'm bare faced
You can catch me on the block cuz ain't a damn thing changed
Man I wrote this on the way, to the studio today
Cut the grass and see the snakes, then stab a knife right through they brains
If you want a problem with me pussy see me on the stage
I'll sell you tickets take the money give it right to momma Tray
That's on the gang he's flying high but there's still food up on his plate
I go insane with the K you see these bullets I don't play
Call up your OG guarantee he got my fuckin resume
Even he don't want the smoke, he just told me yesterday
No rap cap
We really do that shit y'all be talking bout
That's on the gang when I find that pussy who killed Tray it's dying day
4s up shout out FME, MNC, big Gs
Shout out the Bs, shout out the Cs, i fuck with you if you fuck with me
That's on the ta