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Future - Dead Demo Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with thеse diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't bе playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smoke on a opp, now he ashes
Turnin' his children into bastards
Watchin' your bae and her best friend meet asses
Fuckin' with Ye, now they call me a fascist, huh
Go against me, the bro's crashin' out (Phew)
I got more cash than clout
Pullin' her hair and her lashes out
Walk out the bank and I laughed out loud
All these bands, think it's halftime
Money counter sounding like a flatline
Keep my bougie bitch up in the first class
While she's in the back drinking Patron
Roll up my seat 'cause I'm handsome
Whatever I'm singing, I stand on
I could make a star out a random
I'm pulling strings like a tampon
It's gon' be a bloody mess
Residency out in Vegas
Fountain blue, just left your woman wet
And we makin' money bags
From the state back to the jet
State to state, the money stretch
Dolla $ign international
Dead presidents, I'm cashing out
[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Future]
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (Dead)
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)
Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Big ass veneers, you paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, won't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)
Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)
Fuck while she sore, she pee in the bed (Dead, dead)
Her faja be liftin', I fuck her again (Dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put her 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 a switch in the mirror

[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)
[Verse 3: Future]
But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
They still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams
Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'
Aim 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

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
Swerve, I come through, I'm poppin', lil' bitch
Skrrt, I didn't even like you, lil' bitch
Hold on, hold on, I'm riskin' my life for this shit
Wait, wait, I'm willing to die for this shit
I'm cookin', I'm cookin'
I'm psycho, well, maybe I'm not
Got a [?] in the pot
Going on me, damn, they ain't even seen yet
Wash 'em all up, I'm keepin' it clean back
Watch them hoes turn to B's, I done seen that
Bank account M on M, I ain't Marshall
Way too many, they callin' the marshal up
I been runnin' this shit up since [?]
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, of course, of course
You been playin' yourself, of course, you lost
You can come [?], what the Porsche cost
'Cause all the shit I done seen, shit, of course, I'm out
See my name on this shit, bitch, of course, I'm a boss
They gon' team up against you, they forcin' a loss
I'm a nigga who made it, of course I'ma floss
[Chorus: Future & Lil Baby]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)