Yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet
Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak
You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me
My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree
Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street
Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet
Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet
Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats
I send a opp straight to the morgue, I'm rolling H5 when I get bored
Know we on a chase on the E-way, it's a hellcat vs a ford
My young nigga hang out that backseat swinging that stick like a sword
Nigga killed yo' brother now yo' bitch ass praying to the lord (Haaa)
Take my mask off, stand over that boy like "yea, it's me"
Shouldn't have been f*cking with 1055 now you on a tee
Man these niggas be coppin' a plea
Spray they block down like frebreeze
I had a stupid opp bitch come through the trap & get on her knees
I ain't nothing like LeBron, I can't never leave my Heat
Know I'm choking on dead in the Stu, I'm fin' to tweak
Smoking on Robert, Bricc, Cam, Landlord, man I'm geeked
I be smoking them dead niggas everyday of the week
Yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet
Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak
You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me
My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree
Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street
Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet
Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet
Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats
Room Fulla Dead Guys Video (MV)
Performed By: Kappo5
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Bsnotty 5, Yasaff 5, NFOF Ques, Jripey 5, Kappo 5, Ten55 Records
Kappo5 - Room Fulla Dead Guys Lyrics
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Yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet
Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak
You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me
My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree
Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street
Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet
Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet
Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats
I send a opp straight to the morgue, I'm rolling H5 when I get bored
Know we on a chase on the E-way, it's a hellcat vs a ford
My young nigga hang out that backseat swinging that stick like a sword
Nigga killed yo' brother now yo' bitch ass praying to the lord (Haaa)
Take my mask off, stand over that boy like "yea, it's me"
Shouldn't have been f*cking with 1055 now you on a tee
Man these niggas be coppin' a plea
Spray they block down like frebreeze
I had a stupid opp bitch come through the trap & get on her knees
I ain't nothing like LeBron, I can't never leave my Heat
Know I'm choking on dead in the Stu, I'm fin' to tweak
Smoking on Robert, Bricc, Cam, Landlord, man I'm geeked
I be smoking them dead niggas everyday of the week
Yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet
Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak
You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me
My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree
Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street
Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet
Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet
Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats
Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak
You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me
My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree
Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street
Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet
Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet
Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats
I send a opp straight to the morgue, I'm rolling H5 when I get bored
Know we on a chase on the E-way, it's a hellcat vs a ford
My young nigga hang out that backseat swinging that stick like a sword
Nigga killed yo' brother now yo' bitch ass praying to the lord (Haaa)
Take my mask off, stand over that boy like "yea, it's me"
Shouldn't have been f*cking with 1055 now you on a tee
Man these niggas be coppin' a plea
Spray they block down like frebreeze
I had a stupid opp bitch come through the trap & get on her knees
I ain't nothing like LeBron, I can't never leave my Heat
Know I'm choking on dead in the Stu, I'm fin' to tweak
Smoking on Robert, Bricc, Cam, Landlord, man I'm geeked
I be smoking them dead niggas everyday of the week
Yea, young nigga walk down smacking shit on feet
Nigga say he 5L? Chop his lips off, he can't speak
You can put my shoes on but yo' bitch ass still can't be me
My young nigga graduated from the streets & he ain't get a degree
Pop out Switchy on my glee, I swing that bitch right in the street
Omertá the code, we don't never speak on wax, you know we keep it discreet
Keep on trollin' in them songs knowing one day we got to meet
Know I step on a opp with big boot, know that be my cleats
Writer: Bsnotty 5, Yasaff 5, NFOF Ques, Jripey 5, Kappo 5, Ten55 Records
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid