BlvkDivmonds - DEAD DEPUTY

★ Verse 1: BlvkDivmonds ★
I'm in that horse
Don't know if it's a Rari or Porsche
Wing-tip bullets be flying the course
Leave him and his body divorced
RIP to 'em, we upping the score
Bounty on bounty on bounty
Tumbleweed drifting, might kick in that door
Spur spinning, might get me a corpse
I kick the body once, just to be sure
Oh yeah, that's a red dead deputy
Full clip with the red dead weaponry
Globe-trot, but still walk with it next to me
Bullets be Jedi, they hit 'em with Force
Horse ride with your bitch in the back of it
Yee-haw from the barn whеn I'm smacking it
Put the weed in cigar when I'm packing it
Red shot
Hit 'еm, all you see is a red dot
Hit the army, now they red hot
Click-clack, then we send shots
Bullets enter through your front door
Cooked this nigga, now he ham hocks
Disappear into the blunt smoke
Put his wifey in a leg lock
Hop in that six hundred V-twelve, spin 'em like Red Hawk
I ain't never heard the dead talk, two two three, headshots
Back home, upstairs knocking them boots off her, no Red Sox
Twist blunt like dreadlock, swing ratchet, that's deadlocked

★ Verse 2: HazTik ★
Deadlock code word: "Go get the ratchet!"
Someone at the bar yapping
I got five peas in a pod
Ay, where my bullets? Almost forgot the last one
Red rum spilt on his boots
Least he died with 'em on
Rounds all on me, gang
Billion bounty ball, yeah
I'm in that horse
That shit ain't no Rari or Porsche
Metal Gear, yeah, but it's sliding on fours
Cyborg like I'm Raiden with more
Popping that bottle for all the departed
Got bodies on bodies on bodies
We came up from violence of course
Boothill turned to champagne garden
Square dancing on their graves, huh
Banana leaf, smoke shade, huh
Tim Duncan on the spurs
Balling from the boots all to the fur
You gon' fuck around and *spit*
End up on the fucking curb, dawg
Eastside my section
But Eastwood my bird, y'all
I'm Clint
I'm down in flint
Muddy water with a stick
Bitch, I'm lit
Now, partner, go and mind your partner 'cause
I'm with that shit
And baby locked the door, then turn them lights down low
We 'bout to spin
Walk around like I don't know I'm wanted
Johnny Cash on my noggin'
I got Hurt all in my pockets
Lot of pain I put in for these dollars
I'm still tippin', I'm still sippin'
Daddy put me on since knee-tall
Now we getting lit up at the venues
Yelling out: "Yee-haw!"