Field Mob - Dead In Your Chevy Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 2X] If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me cause I ***** 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 [Verse 2] 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 *****in 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 [Chorus til fade]
