Dead Man Walking lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Buddha bless this beat

Bitch

[Lil Yachty:]

Where my motherfucking stack

Why them 20's in the front?

Why them 100's in the back?

Bring it back for some cash

I'm a self made product, bitch I look like a bag, yeah fuck

Know you, now I mean it

I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it

Ask your motherfucking, friends I'ma do it

I'm that nigga with the, AK, I'ma shoot it

Like a, bitches who in love like a cupid

If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy he stupid

Dead man, walking

Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'

Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

Twerkin' off a sidekick, like I'm Robin

Dick have a morning 'til the neighbors come a knockin'

Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'

I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in

That's a Fenti, got two Bentleys, white and green

One Ferrari, all red like Supreme

Your bitch, I made love in front the team

Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean

You a dead man, walking

Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'

Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking