Lyrics:
got
Dope and the E boy I'mma G
Boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got
dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace
And it's open bar
Tear the roof off this bumba raasclaat
By the end of the night spaz like shazbot
Spilt
Cause I'm trapped out
Twerkin' with the clique
I got kicked up by my uncle house
Cause I left a bundle out
Mail em to my cousin house
Serve it my baby
See my lil' dog and savage, he be really takin' shit
Catch em' all in your house, goin' through the baby shit
Put the dog in the can, we just call it
See my lil' dog and savage, he be really takin' shit
Catch em' all in your house, goin' through the baby shit
Put the dog in the can, we just call it
that come with
the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
I thrash bash clash mash and ten more
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
You need
This is how we live
You know we rob and we kill (Rob and we kill)
She do hair where she live (Hair in her house)
We sell dope where we stay (Dope where
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
think once 'fore to bash me
You don't know me, bitch
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast, down to get
way before he ever had a placement (on God)
Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (bando)
Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was
[INTRO]
[SPM]
Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to Hustletown
Are we recording?
Alright let's do this fellas.
[CHORUS: Dope House Artists]
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
Once upon a time, steppin on the scene
a dope-related youngsta, rappin hella clean
a cool type of stance, don't trip where
just woke up, but she was stuck And out of luck
They took her to a warehouse house where no One could hear her scream
Them niggas pulled her by
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
your dome piece
Shot to the forehead, give you a third eye
Make your kids cry, baby mama asking why?
All bow down to the God of Fly
Grr, ayo
Boom
republic
Gather round young hustlaz, dope boys feel my vision
Dice game, light change, i throw it with precision
Dice game, light change, i throw it with
this motherfucking cash nigga
I got a dope house scoped out
An escape route?
No doubt, let's hit the highway, load up, lock
Let's do this shit
Hold up,
been on my tihs
I do this for my mom, I
Do this for my brother, i do this for my fam
Kcuf anybody that says
Otherwise, case closed, my nigga
Mmh eya, ma
Thinking I owe cause you dope
Well here's two pennies and a rope
Take your two cents and go choke
Baby I just want some time with you and
Get
before fam
Blood thicker than water (rich homie baby)
Came along way from sharin’
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked
Feel like a ghost translucent my fam could see right through
All the lies that I told but nothing they could do
Smell of smoke so fruity grilling
Let a nigga move around like a snake Watch I slime him out, you ain't got motion
or No bitches can't step a foot inside this house
I got real niggas
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
and then swap her
Baby mama tax return, new dropper
I might wanna so sip that bitch like I'm [?]
All of my whips [?] bought a house
Food stamp, get flipped,
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