Sunday Service Lyrics

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
What's that shit you said you just a dead man talking
All these niggas super tough until a mad man spark em
My lil hundred round drum I like to blast that often
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his f*cking head they say the nigga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these niggas keep dropping we ain't stopping til we got like 9 bodies

[Verse 1: Spinabenz]
First time I shot a nigga up close, I had a long night
If a nigga thought bout playing with spina he take his own life
762 through his door, I hold the chrome tight
Shot em in his dick make em think he taking his own life
I just take my clips until they flip I won't be alright
Clutching blickas sitting outside his shit we been here all night
I just spent 600 on my Glock that's why I won't fight
Say she want 600 for the drop I said that's alright
Call the preacher tell em get a sermon make it nice for em
Send a bag through a cash app that's murder on a iphone
Speaking what he seen what we gone shoot em in his mouth for it
He won't come outside so we gone run off in his house for it

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
What's that shit you said you just a dead man talking
All these niggas super tough until a mad man spark em
My lil hundred round drum I like to blast that often
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping Shoot him in his f*cking head they say the nigga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these niggas keep dropping we ain't stopping til we got like 9 bodies

[Verse 2: Yungeen Ace]
Let me tell you how this shit happened hollow chip knocked his shit back
Late night creepin' through his bushes i'm tryna see how im finna make this happen
See earlier that day he was on the net talking all that gangsta shit
Tryna catch em with his mama & tie him up I'm on some dangerous shit
I ain't never ran from them niggas I got multiple bodies
Acting like he shot me boy you a bitch you ain't never killed nobody
I caught his dawg at a party I hopped out with a Glock
I had em crawling on his knees he praying for me to stop
Ghost gun 556 ain't got no stock on it
You ain't finna play me like no bitch I put yo block on it
Disrespectful nigga I'll clear the room I get retarded
How the f*ck you finna play with Don Dada when bitch I go the hardest
I leave em zombie walking

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
What's that shit you said you just a dead man talking
All these niggas super tough until a mad man spark em
My lil hundred round drum I like to blast that often
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his f*cking head they say the nigga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these niggas keep dropping we ain't stopping til we got like 9 bodies

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