Song Lyrics

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you
But don't walk up on me homes, I ain't finna blow no strong with you (x2)
Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no money nigga what is wrong with you
And I can't tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin'lean, with this very long swisher
I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You in the red man, f*ck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings
Pot Forks don't add the high cost
From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope
Remix to you, you know I can sell you both 16-5
Prices lower then shawty low, when I drive
Got my seat leanin low bricks inside
Gott'em stash in the door always road running
Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
I got rich off of junkies

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You in the red man, f*ck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

What was you thinking the bitch you must have been drinking
This chopper had got me feeling like holy
If I let it ride you're bime what I was thinking
I'm an asshole I do what I'd like too
Oh shit this shit made for you to fight to
I don't give a f*ck bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I might light you
Bitch I am the streets you just look up
Call the bricks is low like I was on bluff
Call me the master like Sho'Nuff
Bad boy the re-up no puff
If a nigga pussy I don't pimp mine
I just keep the distance don't play with mine
Stay in your place fall out the line
Had the young niggas on me you're here to be fine
You can find me in the hood what a hood don't go
Heard that somebody the hood don't know
If a nigga turn up to watch this show
Money never sit still so I met don't blow
King of the streets just call me sire
All my throw they no one higher
See your new S no liar
Real street nigga I won't retire

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You in the red man, f*ck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

Radric Davis, Young Scooter, Metro Boomin, Frazier Thompson

The duration of Dead Man is 3:49 minutes and seconds.