Dead Prezis
G-Eazy, Travis Thompson
Yeah, uh (yeah)
(Tyler might've did somethin')
Said all I ever wanted was a couple dead prezis
In the pocket and a couple bad hoes goin' steady
And a lil' neck pain from the gold chain heavy
And the crib lookin' like I got-
All I ever wanted was a couple dead prezis (yeah)
In the pocket and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)
And a lil' neck pain from the gold chain heavy (yeah)
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready
Where the fetti?
Baby, you can tell I'm gettin' plenty (woo)
I be ridin' in the 'Cedes I don't really miss the Chevy (skrrt)
Goin' eighty, blowin' sticky and the windows never tinted (yeah)
So, I'ma hit the pacer should a piggy try to get us
Who you kiddin'? I could find the fake in haystack
I could bring the ace to your wake let the tape blast (yeah)
I could get her choosey off a gander at my Chase app
I could put your wifey on a cleanse, give her face masks, ayy
They know me in the city with no name tag
Women love to call me underrated, I'ma change that
Feathers in my jacket, in another weight class
You don't put no motherfuckin' meals on my placemat
All I ever wanted was a couple dead prezis
In the pocket and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)
And a lil' neck pain from the gold chain heavy
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready
All I ever wanted was a couple dead prezis (you know)
In the pocket and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (haha, haha)
And a lil' neck pain from the gold chain heavy (Travis, I got you)
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready
All I ever wanted was a couple dime pieces
Way back in high school, Air 1s, no creases
Now it's Air One with a couple fresh peaches
And some hundred dollar green juice with my main squeezes
Swimmin' in the money, you might run into some leeches
Unless you in Ibiza and you them clear beaches
All over the world crazy where my pool reaches
You gon see more problems as the money increases
Ooh, all I ever want was dead prezis
Now I Rolex the whole gang with ten Presi's
I ain't seen her all year long, now she ready
Stayed in, seen her ass got quarantine heavy
Wow, go, in slow motion
Mixin' up drugs and I'm faded off the potion
2016, my first album caused commotion
Now I run plays and I feel like Danny Ocean you bitch
All I ever wanted was a couple dead prezis (yeah)
In the pocket and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (bitch)
And a lil' neck pain from the gold chain heavy
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready (yeah, ayy)
All I ever wanted was a couple dead prezis (okay)
In the pocket and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)
And a lil' neck pain from the gold chain heavy (ayy, ayy)
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready
Where the fetti?
All I ever wanted was a couple dead, couple dead-
All I ever wanted was the hoes, hoes steady, steady
All I ever wanted was the gold chain heavy, heavy
Crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready
Where the fetti?
Written by: Gerald Earl Gillium, Travis Thompson, Tyler DoppsLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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