Migos ( Deadz )

Lyrics To Deadz
(feat. 2 chainz)

You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) [×14]
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn't trappin', I'd be wrappin' up them bundles
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be trappin' out the condos (know I'm sayin')
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I'm sayin')
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like (sacks)
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
(Think about it)
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble [×04]
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble [×03]
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam'ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle

Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don't stutter 

You niggas in trouble [×04]
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble [×03]
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Hop out the bed and I'm countin' them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin'
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna' get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn't do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain't real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come it
Nigga debatin', they plottin', they waitin'
They want my ice tell em come take it
Have em pretend that I couldn't make it
Now I'm doin shows outta state
My momma told me stay humble don't be too ready
You gotta have patience

Droppin' them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I'm gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it's frigid
I'm rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain't gangster

You niggas in trouble [×04]
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble [×03]
If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble