Field Mob - Dead In Your Chevy lyrics

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<i>[Verse 1]</i>

Damn you done came up short again ain't uh

Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh

but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door

say that the jackers kickin yo hoe

please give me the reason I'm fiendin to know

why cheese missin in my flow

givin low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight

just keepin it real

you was gettin half off and still came up a few grands short

listen to you brag about yo days in the past

when you was gettin paid livin lavish

but that was way in the 70s

its the best you pay me my fetti

fore they find yo brain the a chevy

all over the radio and ceiling

and I'ma hate if for your children

when my AK sprays wit yo dome

cerebellum all over the passenger seat

leavin you dead

wit lead in yo head

in yo red candy apple capris

<i>[Chorus 2X]</i>

If you out there and you owe me

Or been scared to get my fetti

Or hate me cause I fuck and she wont even let you smell it

Or if you see me doin dirt and feel its best you tell it

You besta slow yo roll boy

Or be found dead in yo Chevy

<i>[Verse 2]</i>

Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game

I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game

wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin bulletproof

be the one that get got get shot

I got a big ole gun and ill use it too

fool dont play dumb dont say Sean what you talkin about

cause I'm talkin about this hoe I'm fuckin

same hoe you lustin

you hate that dont ya ummhumm

damn let me bout to nut up

uhuh okay wuz up shut up

cause you ain't on my level

you cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle

she be lickin on the head and my peter

while you be beggin to eat her

better know yo role

when I get pissed off then the four four blows

and when the glock click hot shot spit

then these hoes know

<i>[Chorus til fade]</i>