Dead Fo Real
Young Thug Feat. Peewee Longway Lyrics

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You know I'm trynna make a mili
You know I turn a broke ho into a
fuckin' (?)
I thug for life, my nickname Makaveli
Fuckin' right, a February nigga scary
She braid my hair, R. motherfuckin' Kelly
She shave with Nair, pussy sticky like jelly
We (?) in the Air Force, they call us Nelly

And this real gold, yup it came from Jeffrey's
Yup, my molly see through like jellyfish
And we ain't gotta watch TV, let's make a dish
I'm sharper than a motherfuckin' razor, razor
100 extra thousand in my blazer, blazer
Fuck you too good, wake up the neighbor, neighbor
Ay bruh, say her, everything red like a laser
And everything red like my label
All on my time piece, that for real
Goon right behind me, that for real
You now they ain't gone try me, that for real
You know they gone die, be dead for real
Them bitches love Young Thug, that for real
I'm (?) like a (?), that for real
I don't care about smelling like her, that for real
I'm a Young player, need a pimp cup, that for real

Shout out to pour six slugs and .38 with six slug

A youngin' thuggin' with a .38 to hit ya
This ain't a plastic gun, this thug life nigga

Young Thugger Thugger live the thug life with me

We from Jonesburg South, no strap no trap

Longway in the booth strapped now, nigga

Marked up like a vato, get with them choppo

Clean bricks runnin' through em nigga, hella guapo

And we got four spots, Be different narcs though
When the doors swanging, just Bentley put yoppa on 'em
2013 drop top, just to pop on 'em
Thugger Thugger, ya I seen, Forgiato no limp
He got a lot of suckers mad with they lip out
That's why I stand extra there with my clip out
Before these suckers Thugger

Hit the lot and bust a bag on 'em
Pouring OG bag gas money on '

Overall Meaning

In the song Dead Fo Real, by Young Thug Feat. Peewee Longway, the lyrics are centered around living the thug life, striving to achieve success, and flexing one's wealth and status. The first few lines indicate that the artist is determined to make a million dollars and can easily transform an impoverished woman into a rich one. The artist goes on to declare his dedication to living the thug life, likening himself to the infamous and deceased rapper, Makaveli.

The lyrics mention a woman who braids the artist's hair and shaves with Nair, a hair removal product that makes her genital area sticky like jelly. The artist mentions being in the Air Force, where he and his comrades are known as Nelly. He boasts about having real gold that he obtained from Jeffrey's and transparent molly, which is a reference to pure MDMA. He also claims that he doesn't need to watch TV because he prefers making a dish, which implies that he would rather create experiences or engage in activities with others than consume media.

Line by Line Meaning

You know I'm trynna make a mili
I'm focused on making millions of dollars

You know I turn a broke ho into a / fuckin' (?)
I have the power to turn a poor woman into a successful one

I thug for life, my nickname Makaveli
I am a thug for life, like Tupac Shakur aka Makaveli

Fuckin' right, a February nigga scary
I'm from a place where February is known for being dangerous

She braid my hair, R. motherfuckin' Kelly / She shave with Nair, pussy sticky like jelly
My girlfriend grooms me, but also has sticky pubic hair

We (?) in the Air Force, they call us Nelly / And this real gold, yup it came from Jeffrey's
We're flying high like the Air Force and people call us Nelly / My jewelry is real gold from the jeweler Jeffrey's

Yup, my molly see through like jellyfish / And we ain't gotta watch TV, let's make a dish
My drugs are so pure, they're like see-through jellyfish / Let's cook and enjoy food together instead of watching TV

I'm sharper than a motherfuckin' razor, razor / 100 extra thousand in my blazer, blazer
I'm quick-witted and precise like a razor / I have an extra $100,000 in my suit jacket

Fuck you too good, wake up the neighbor, neighbor / Ay bruh, say her, everything red like a laser
I'm so good at sex, I'll wake up the neighbors / Hey dude, check out how everything I have is red like a laser

And everything red like my label / All on my time piece, that for real
My record label is called 'RED' and everything I have is also red / My watch is covered in diamonds and it's not fake

Goon right behind me, that for real / You now they ain't gone try me, that for real
I have a gang member standing right behind me for protection / Nobody would dare mess with me

You know they gone die, be dead for real / Them bitches love Young Thug, that for real
If anyone tries to mess with me or my gang they will end up dead / Women really love me

I'm (?) like a (?), that for real / I don't care about smelling like her, that for real
I am feeling great like I just had a massage / I don't care if my girlfriend smells like her hair product

I'm a Young player, need a pimp cup, that for real
I am a young, stylish person and I need a fancy cup for my drinks

Shout out to pour six slugs and .38 with six slug
A tribute to using firearms to eliminate enemies

A youngin' thuggin' with a .38 to hit ya / This ain't a plastic gun, this thug life nigga
I am a young gang member with a real gun to shoot anyone who crosses me / I don't mess around with fake weapons

Young Thugger Thugger live the thug life with me / We from Jonesburg South, no strap no trap
Join me in living a life of crime and violence / We are from a place where guns and drugs are not necessary for success

Longway in the booth strapped now, nigga / Marked up like a vato, get with them choppo
My friend Peewee Longway is now in the recording studio with a gun for protection / We have tattoos like Mexican gang members and are armed with assault rifles

Clean bricks runnin' through em nigga, hella guapo / And we got four spots, Be different narcs though
We have lots of cocaine and are making lots of money / We have four houses where we store our drugs, and we avoid police informants

When the doors swanging, just Bentley put yoppa on 'em / 2013 drop top, just to pop on 'em
When we arrive in our fancy car, we are armed and ready to use our guns / I bought a new car just to show off and intimidate others

Thugger Thugger, ya I seen, Forgiato no limp / He got a lot of suckers mad with they lip out
People know who I am, with my fancy car wheels and confident swagger / My success makes other people jealous

That's why I stand extra there with my clip out / Before these suckers Thugger / Hit the lot and bust a bag on 'em / Pouring OG bag gas money on
I'm always on guard and have my gun ready / Before anyone tries to rob me, I'll show off my wealth and spend a lot of money on drugs

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