DEAD Lyrics – ¥$, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign

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[Intro: Future]
Yeah
Fu*king on a IG model, when I get through, I’m kicking her out, she dead
She dead now, s*it over
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Future]
Fu*king on a IG model, when I get through, I’m kicking her out, she dead
None of my opps ain’t popping outside ’cause if they do, they dead
Young n!gga, iced out, in a new drop-top, looking like I’m riding in a bobsled
I can’t be playing with these diamonds
I can’t be playing with this money, no way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla & Lil Durk]
Ooh, yeah
My new b!tch a whole mood, yeah
Top floor nights, I’m a movie
Fu*ked all her friends, she got two left
Ayy, in my robe, I’m the new Heff’
I’m a dog, I DM my ex
She rocking clothes from five days ago
It’s getting cold, you need a different coat (Brr)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Brodie OD’d off the Xan, I hope my b!tch understand
I put the switch on a ten
This ain’t no regular McLaren, Freddy
B!tch, get your feet out the bed
I’m off these drügs, I don’t mean what I’m saying
I know a killer who forcing my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, don’t hear what you saying
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand
Why you run off and I gave you a ten?
I gave her a Lamb’, might bury a Benz
B!tch, I’m a dog, I’ll marry ya friend
Baccarat aura, I’m rubbing it in

B!tch, you look poor, you don’t got a man
Fu*k while she sore, she be in the bed
I fu*k off (??) fu*k her again
Went on my live and I upped a mill’
Heard you be lying, did you fu*k her, for real?
Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel
Hold up the line ’cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with the switch in the mirror

[Chorus: Future]
Fu*king on a IG model, when I get through, I’m kicking her out, she dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
None of my opps ain’t popping outside ’cause if they do, they dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young n!gga, iced out, in a new drop-top, looking like I’m riding in a bobsled (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can’t be playing with these diamonds (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can’t be playing with this money, no way (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Future]
But I’m still in the Lamb’ on a Tesla
But I’m still in the Lamb’, yeah, yeah
Still going ham, my hitters Muslim
I’m still going ham, yeah, yeah
Drop ’em and hit ’em and pull ’em and pay ’em
Ain’t with the fraud and I aing with the scams
Tyson breaking s*it down for the fam’
Ain’t with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him
Cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you fu*k him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don’t need to work, girl, you too pretty
You the reason why your friends bought new titties
You know what’s coming next, you gotta move with me
Found out you fu*ked a n!gga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the ‘net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain’t got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?
You know I’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me