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Ty Dolla Sign - Dead Lil Baby Reference 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 these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smoke on the opps now we ashes
Turn in this [?]
Watching your bae and the best they need assets
Fucking with Ye now they call me a fascist (huh)
Go against me the bros crashing out
I got more cash and clout
Pulling her hair and her lashes out
Walk out the bank and I laugh out loud
All this bad think it's halftime
Money counter centre like a flatline
Keep my bougie bitch up in the first class
Practice in the back drinking patrime
Rollin' my seed cus I'm hands on
Whatever I'm singing I stand on
I can make a star out a random
I'm pulling strings like a tampon
It's gon' be a bloody mess
Residency out in Vegas
Fontainebleau just love your woman wet
And we making money bitch
From the stage back to the jet
Safe to say the money stretched
Dolla $ign international
Dear 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 them 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
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
Swerve, I come through and pipe up your bitch (Skrr)
I don't even like this bitch ( hold up, hold up)
I'm risking my life for this shit
I'm willing to die for this shit
I'm cooking, I'm cooking
I'm psycho and maybe I'm not
Got her [?] in a pot
Going numbers you ain't even seen yet
Watching the mall [?] clean back
Watch a hoe [?] seen that
Bank account M&M, I ain't Marshall
Way too many they calling them Marshalls
I be running this shit [?]
I'm the motherfucking greatest of course you call (call)
You've been playing yourself of course you lost (lost)
You can come at me with a Porsche car
Cause all the shit I've been seeing, shit, of course i'm [?]
Saw my name on the sheet of course I'm the boss
They gon' team up and get you they forcing the laws
I'm a nigga who made of course I'ma floss
[Outro: 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)