Amazon Prime/Dead Man by MOULA 1st Lyrics
[Part I: Amazon Prime]
[Intro]
Town
Yeah
[Chorus]
Brand new whip no keys, lookin' like I could be on TV
Playin' all with them keys, lookin' like I could be Stevie
That strap gotta stay on me, I palmer like Keke
Big ol' V's in the chain, bitch I know you can see me
To the biggest artist in the world, I know you can see me
And fuck all the opps 3 times, I know you can see me
Wrist on 3D, trust it got VV's, yours got CZ's
Think I found GD, catch him while he's sleepy 2-4 CP
[Verse]
She asked me if I sell drugs, I told her that I'm past that
I can get your ass fat, nose done, transplant
Get paid through Cash App
Foreign you can crash that
Fuck around then I get my stacks back
That's that
Now ask your mans if you can match that
Brand new whip no keys, I'm doing alright
You do it for the likes, little nigga I could do life
Not with the hype, you already know it's on sight
Louboutin spikes, somebody go and call Sprite
'Cause I ain't signing no deals, unless it's like 10 mill'
And still, I can get more off the scale
Don't give a fuck how you feel, the plug is my brother just chill
My life is a movie but real, Wizard but don't play with Beal
I done turned packs into laxes, why am I still in the trenches?
Could of had a house on the hills, but I had to feed all my henchmen
Take 10 racks out the safe, I don't really know how I spent it
Had to pull out another ten, 'cause that was the money for my dentist
Brand new bitch RiRi, out here move Fenty
Give her like two-three weeks, got enough change for a Bentley
Trip down Fendi, I got semi, I killed Kenny
I'm just petty, I'm not scared, I burned Freddy
[Chorus]
Brand new whip no keys, lookin' like I could be on TV
Playin' all with them keys, lookin' like I could be Stevie
That strap gotta stay on me, I palmer like Keke
Big ol' V's in the chain, bitch I know you can see me
To the biggest artist in the world, I know you can see me
And fuck all the opps 3 times, I know you can see me
Wrist on 3D, trust it got VV's, yours got CZ's
Think I found GD, catch him while he's sleepy 2-4 CP
[Part II: Dead Man]
[Intro]
Heard you put a mill' on my head?
Go get your money, man
Town
[Chorus]
Niggas know how the Rex go, shoot shots to his temple
He be lying on the damn floor, right next to his dead bro
More life 'til we catch those, more life 'til we catch those
We slide through your endzone, sl-slide through your endzone
[Verse]
Your girl, on DC
Air Jordan, I threepeat
You're bitch, you're PC
Could've got your boss, he's in B.C
Not rolling around like I'm TT
I got the chopper, where's GG's?
Where's Wassi's?
I shot with posses
I'm signed to myself, can't drop me
Racks in the pants though
Don't really care if the bank's closed
Talking all that jazz, cro?
Buy a 47. Kirilenko
Light all the candles
What's on your head? A bankroll
John knows
Bullets hit your face, he's a John Doe
Opps, linking with opps, 'cause they're scared of one block
Shots, we shooting his top
Where's the white chalk?
Drops, on top of drops
Sending youngin' thats got
Cops, working the clock
No one gets caught
[Chorus]
Niggas know how the Rex go, shoot shots to his temple
He be lying on the damn floor, right next to his dead bro
More life 'til we catch those, more life 'til we catch those
We slide through your endzone, sl-slide through your endzone
[Intro]
Town
Yeah
[Chorus]
Brand new whip no keys, lookin' like I could be on TV
Playin' all with them keys, lookin' like I could be Stevie
That strap gotta stay on me, I palmer like Keke
Big ol' V's in the chain, bitch I know you can see me
To the biggest artist in the world, I know you can see me
And fuck all the opps 3 times, I know you can see me
Wrist on 3D, trust it got VV's, yours got CZ's
Think I found GD, catch him while he's sleepy 2-4 CP
[Verse]
She asked me if I sell drugs, I told her that I'm past that
I can get your ass fat, nose done, transplant
Get paid through Cash App
Foreign you can crash that
Fuck around then I get my stacks back
That's that
Now ask your mans if you can match that
Brand new whip no keys, I'm doing alright
You do it for the likes, little nigga I could do life
Not with the hype, you already know it's on sight
Louboutin spikes, somebody go and call Sprite
'Cause I ain't signing no deals, unless it's like 10 mill'
And still, I can get more off the scale
Don't give a fuck how you feel, the plug is my brother just chill
My life is a movie but real, Wizard but don't play with Beal
I done turned packs into laxes, why am I still in the trenches?
Could of had a house on the hills, but I had to feed all my henchmen
Take 10 racks out the safe, I don't really know how I spent it
Had to pull out another ten, 'cause that was the money for my dentist
Brand new bitch RiRi, out here move Fenty
Give her like two-three weeks, got enough change for a Bentley
Trip down Fendi, I got semi, I killed Kenny
I'm just petty, I'm not scared, I burned Freddy
[Chorus]
Brand new whip no keys, lookin' like I could be on TV
Playin' all with them keys, lookin' like I could be Stevie
That strap gotta stay on me, I palmer like Keke
Big ol' V's in the chain, bitch I know you can see me
To the biggest artist in the world, I know you can see me
And fuck all the opps 3 times, I know you can see me
Wrist on 3D, trust it got VV's, yours got CZ's
Think I found GD, catch him while he's sleepy 2-4 CP
[Part II: Dead Man]
[Intro]
Heard you put a mill' on my head?
Go get your money, man
Town
[Chorus]
Niggas know how the Rex go, shoot shots to his temple
He be lying on the damn floor, right next to his dead bro
More life 'til we catch those, more life 'til we catch those
We slide through your endzone, sl-slide through your endzone
[Verse]
Your girl, on DC
Air Jordan, I threepeat
You're bitch, you're PC
Could've got your boss, he's in B.C
Not rolling around like I'm TT
I got the chopper, where's GG's?
Where's Wassi's?
I shot with posses
I'm signed to myself, can't drop me
Racks in the pants though
Don't really care if the bank's closed
Talking all that jazz, cro?
Buy a 47. Kirilenko
Light all the candles
What's on your head? A bankroll
John knows
Bullets hit your face, he's a John Doe
Opps, linking with opps, 'cause they're scared of one block
Shots, we shooting his top
Where's the white chalk?
Drops, on top of drops
Sending youngin' thats got
Cops, working the clock
No one gets caught
[Chorus]
Niggas know how the Rex go, shoot shots to his temple
He be lying on the damn floor, right next to his dead bro
More life 'til we catch those, more life 'til we catch those
We slide through your endzone, sl-slide through your endzone