lirik lagu kid reckz - dead end talk
[intro]
(ayy drayko, load that b~tch up)
(lil’ fox, why you tweakin’?)
free gang, free skrrt, free all my dogs, man
n~gga, don’t come to my hood yellin’ no peace talk, we blow sh~t up like july
(tg the f~ck up, p~ssy)
ayy, reckz…
[verse 1]
don’t come to my block with no chill sh~t (nah)
we ain’t talkin’ out nothin’, we drill sh~t (brrt!)
whole gang got sticks like a field trip
tried to run, but the 9 gave him heel flips (boom, boom!)
n~gga got turned to a pack tryna act like he wit it, we cooked him like sk!llets (cooked!)
shawty keep suckin’, she ruthless, she treatin’ my d~ck like a mic in the building (on god)
he said he slid, but he cappin’
he better be slidin’ in heaven with passion (ha!)
talk tough in the booth, but in person he softer than pillows, we catch him in traffic (skrrt)
glock got a switch, it be glitchin’
ain’t no runnin’ when bullets start cl!ckin’ (boom)
tryna duck in a store? b~tch, i’m sendin’ it through that glass, this a h~llcat, not no civic (vroom)
[chorus]
don’t talk dead end talk if you ain’t from the dead end (don’t do that)
he tried to claim my hood, now he bleedin’ on a red benz (boom)
glock with a d~ck, it’ll f~ck up his best friend (blrrr)
bounce out the v, then we loop like a dead spin (b~tch!)
this not a playground, p~ssy, we ain’t pretendin’
he ain’t shoot back, so we countin’ that as a win then (facts!)
say he a demon? then we sendin’ him with his kin then
try to spend on me? whole clip gon’ bend in (boom, boom, boom!)
[verse 2]
let me talk my sh~t (go ahead)
i walk through the o with a pole on hip (grrah)
n~gga froze up when we hopped that whip
if i was in his shoes, i would’ve got lit (blam!)
this glock got manners, it speak when it’s time (prrrah)
this ar racist, it hate all kinds (boom!)
he said it was up, now he facin’ a sign
that say r.i.p. with his name outlined (goofy)
reckz been wildin’ since middle school
caught him in camp made the pencil move (bang!)
now i tote sticks with a laser tool
beam hit his chest, he danced like he played in a musical (ha!)
me and lil drilla too tactical
we hit his set, now his whole crew graphical
posted on live, now his chain look tragical
caught him outside, his brains went national (b~tch!)
[chorus]
don’t talk dead end talk if you ain’t from the dead end (nah)
he tried to claim my hood, now he bleedin’ on a red benz (skrrt, boom!)
glock with a d~ck, it’ll f~ck up his best friend (yeah)
bounce out the v, then we loop like a dead spin (p~ssy!)
this not a playground, p~ssy, we ain’t pretendin’
he ain’t shoot back, so we countin’ that as a win then (he folded)
say he a demon? then we sendin’ him with his kin then (grrah)
try to spend on me? whole clip gon’ bend in (yeah, yeah, boom!)
[outro]
free all the steppers, free k.o., free murder
free drilla, free max, free sleepy, free the whole f~ckin’ unit
i’m still on the 7, posted with a drum, n~gga
we ain’t into dancin’, but everybody still gettin’ hit with this chop
dead end reckz, b~tch, 7th block soldier
shot by o.a — make it cinematic, ho
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