VonOff1700- Dead Ns ft. Polo G and G Herbo (Official Video)

What's up, y'all? I'm Phil, home of the dead niggas. Pull up outside, I be aimin' a head, niggas. Ain't got cops, got heads in the head. I can feel how you shootin' my lil' niggas dead, niggas. I ain't got my gun in the bed. When you hang with the opps, you gon' die. Just bet with me, speed up and drive. Back at home right now, I'm thinkin' with the dead niggas. What's up, y'all? I'm Phil, home of the dead niggas. Pull up outside, I be aimin' a head, niggas. Ain't got cops, got heads in the head. I can feel how you shootin' my lil' niggas dead, niggas. I ain't got my gun in the bed. When you hang with the opps, you gon' die. Just bet with me, speed up and drive. Back at home right now, I'm thinkin' with the dead niggas. I ain't duckin' a 10-millimeter. This shit gon' get ugly. I stay with my man. Hit it, go up and pop. Ain't even nothin' to them niggas to duck. That's how I do it. I don't do nothin' but pop. Get out, don't cut it. Put it on the spot. The switch keeps startin'. Get a check, fuck it, off my burner. Lil' ass on shoes, don't do no adultery. Look at me, pretty black, I'm mad. When I down, I'm alone, so nobody stay. I ain't one of my own, just a nasty race. One of the means is gon' give me a base. I'm really fucked up, I don't gotta say grace. Put up, we gon' stomp like the nigga was laid. I'll be poor, the trick got me famous. Young and dumb, I ain't select a name. What's up, y'all? I'm Phil, home of the dead niggas. Pull up outside, I be aimin' a head, niggas. Ain't got cops, got heads in the head. I can feel how you shootin' my lil' niggas dead, niggas. Got my gun in the bag. You ain't gon' stop, I'm just gon' dodge it. Then when you pay, I'ma grab. I'll give it right now, niggas. Ain't gonna jump, ain't duckin' a 10-millimeter. I'm at home city, yellin' out dredging. Workin' switches and glocks with no limit. This motherfucker keep missin', I'll bench him. But he won't kick down, he gon' finish. Love roll through, I ain't gon' less him. He'll probably end up with no pain. We can go for the bucks in yo' stretchers. Bought a brand new house, go spend it. Can't say one, three, then you know it's us. Bought a brand new B, now we rollin' up. We bogus for dicks. Got the whole N.C. when he was pullin' us. Banks that I promote, cause I'm with it. I ain't pushin' no P's, you gon' blow a what? He just playin' that Rolls-Royce Emerald. We the type to go sinkin', shootin', fightin' on drug jives. I know that he lyin', they wasn't even close when he died. Rhyme with 40s, we great. Stop blowin' them nines, cause we dead, so we survive. I told my lil' chilla, go get up close this time. It's cool if I coach him, he fly. Shut up a bitch, with him, lose scores. I'm sure how we gon' get that low key high. 49 is the only time we never had. Been rappin' a decade, I never lied. One of my first bitches, I top-tried. Hit his ass with a motorbike, but it was lag. Now we come to Clyde, we in the outside. I had a bang out where I reside. I used to hang out with all the killers. I love to shoot, now I know how to drive. I went my head to the left, but with shit in the hood, went left, I was droppin' the pie. Wasn't gon' walk, no rep, and my back hit the wall, no help, and I headed inside. Cause I get ripped off, rap waves deep, goin' wild on apps, and I went in and tried. I stacked up bodies on all the straps, and we sparkin' them out with whoever we find. One of the opps got whacked on live, and his guys had the nerve to get back online. I know a nigga in the wheelchair cryin', cause we put a hollow point right in his spine. I blow 200k on the pillage to go to the trenches and post up shine. And my clique know all the stinks, and my code Drake to switch niggas on Cassandra. Walked out the office, there a whole bunch of dead niggas. Pulled up outside, I be aimin' an edit. Block cops got heads in the head. I still hate shooting, my little nigga scared, wake up. I got my gun in the bed, don't hang with the opps, you gon' die. This bitch went right up and grabbed, back it up right now. This is big, cause this bitch ain't stoppin' to tempt himself. If you ain't got no money on you, you can't be buggin' about it. If you ain't got no money on you, you can't even have fun, you know what I'm sayin'?