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Featuring Skip & Pistol (Hook x2) Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape It wasn’t me, I got a alibi It wasn’t me, I got a alibi (Verse 1) Juvie, I’mma beast, a product of the streets I’m rolling KFC, a biscuit and a piece No doubt it when I speak about it in my sleep Like a rider your body flippin like every week I’m checking in the suite with Karen and Trinese They talkin bout a murder, bitch it says me Ain’t no bitches in my fleet, I’m running like your feet My niggas stay behind me like it’s on their higher T I’m every night a dream, you hopin I’mma leave But hate is motivation, that’s what I believe Chopper on the seat, I’m slowing down the speed If you don’t understand this game then join another league (Hook x2) Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape It wasn’t me, I got a alibi Letras de cancionesIt wasn’t me, I got a alibi (Verse 2) Aks me no question, I tell you no lie It wasn’t me, I got a alibi Murdered the scene but I wasn’t there Aksed me who did they kill? I couldn’t care Like a foster child I was forced to smile But smiling come easy, I’m in Porsches now I’m so Panamera in this tanish leather The blodd stain’s still showin? I gotta clean it better That’s a mean beretta, woo cock and shoot If I’ll shoot you with this I will not miss you Bye bye, you could call a reverend In 3 days I’m comin back, double checkin (Hook x2) Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape It wasn’t me, I got a alibi It wasn’t me, I got a alibi (Verse 3) Somebody dead, this lookin like somebody’s kid But not me though, I’m like Beyonce with this big ego You better watch yo back cause it’s bout time I cock the get and pop yo head Everybody know you got to rock a red Been a G since I was little, been clappin em with the steel You feel like you a rider? I’m disconnecting yo wheels Get the tape and watch me rape em, like pencils I just erase em And just like TV, my bullets I watch and chase em Aye Juvie, what that’s bout? He said you trippin then you out Cause you know, man’s get feel like fuck what nigga’s bout So we just lurkin, puttin in work and startin the squirtin Whatever nigga talkin shit, that’s the nigga we murkin (Hook x2) Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape It wasn’t me, I got a alibi It wasn’t me, I got a alibi From Letras Mania