Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Deadz’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t don’t stutter (rra!)
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t f*ck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come straighten it
Nigga debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell ’em come take it
Had people tell me that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin’ shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me stay I gotta stay humble
But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience
Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble