Lyrics:
afford it, yo, I can ignore it
Well, don't call them dope, boys, you know you feel borin'
You know that you feenin', you know that you need it
It's Gucci,
blizzy’s in the Uber baby
Pull up and we flexin’
My niggas, we keep a weapon
Gotta teach these boys a lesson
And SMG, what I’m reppin’
Swear to god my life
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
then I'm clappin niggas up
I'll give a hoe some nut, for I give a hoe some trust
Pass yo bitch to the fellas, give her back when I'm done
Boy I'm tired
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
(that's right)
I be in Hawaii then catch me in Paris (what? Paris)
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for? This dope
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Surrounded, surrounded, surrounded By people sometimes I'm paranoid
The future, the future, the future I Stayed down and I waited for it
My time, my
done, you a middleman
Contraband, yo we get it in
You are inelegant, my niggas looking militant
Dope boys, what you know about it?
You just know about it
just me
Why you snappin' like that boy you sound like me
Bet I'm fuckin' on yo bitch in the backseat
And I ain't tryna cock back if it got seized
Smith
will not understand it)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, this jam is dedicated to you, boy, just listen
Take off your coat, get in a fit position
Cause I'm about
to get lyrical
For you to beat me, it's gonna take a miracle
And, stepping to me, yo that's the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
cream
First I woke up with yo' ho head by my dick
He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch
Lift my wrist up that bitch feelin' like
is foolish
That's why that's why (that's why)
Did you know ha
We (we) make (make)
Dope (dope) shit (shit)
No matter the circumstance you know ya boy
trynna touch me
Goofy ass bitch, posed by coupid
Get my youngins run down on them hoes
Glocks and extendos make a pussy boy run
If he talking reckles we
Count my money and sip my drank
Bitch I roll my dope Ian worried bout a hoe
Yea I count my money and sip my drank
Bitch I roll my dope Ian worried
more
Chief it up finna get a couple pounds of the dope
Bus it down for a nigga
Bubble bounce to the flow
Need a ounce in my system
Till I'm out
brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin’ dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was fucked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
Yo, Vadell’s like Gang Starr, you know he’s the sure shot
(Yo, I never was a player, I just like to love a lot)
Yo, Vadell’s like Gang Starr, you
kinda quick
Find a Pisa connect to get you plugged on yo bricks
Hit the dope spot and distribute the shit
To knocks that buy rocks and runners that moved
to western hill
we got yo bloody cause dem dirty boys we slangin steel
at times we movin keys cross county lines to make em peel
now our safe can t close up
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
hated by All
Hated by all And it's kinda unclear to me
You see the way I'm rappin what im packin in these lucky jeans
This white boy look
Ima laughing
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