Lyrics:
that rod just like I'm fishing
Wrist all gold like it went pissin
Fuck with me and end up missin
(Fuck with me and end up missin)
Pillsbury Dope Boy
em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain’t believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin'
All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds
And the boy was just
get that money up rather you do whatever you do
You know what im saying I respect it as long as you feed yo family
Yeah
Shout out all the dope
this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !
dig deeper boy and find yo soul
You know Im deep off in that field boy for real boy
Hell that's blood sweat and tears boy for real boy
Ask ship about
the first fo fall
I've been lovin' Iceman, ever since I seen George Gervin ball
You so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall
So weak you probably
fade was a Caesar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see
body, we made like John Gotti
Concrete Boys, niggas know it's us
They ain't seein' what we seein'
Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
for no help
We do this shit all by ourself see we all about respect
If its a issue make a call and them niggas on yo neck boy
We just out here cooling
Boy I keep by the dozen
Yea boy I hear em humming
Known to keep the trap buzzing
Way the audio dope boom
Ask T-Book my cousin
Man I been putting in work
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
I aint tryna fight no bitch just to get a fucking case
Smokin dope with yo mates
On the gram looking fake
You got mad overweight
I get mad over head
to Gotti Yo
Tryna get rich, no Roddy, shout to Roddy tho
Any negativy im throwin out the window
Keep my knots fat, an thats word to Carl Winslow
Floatin
tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while
don't come home he spend a night
Yo bm in my dm you don't come home I spend a night
Oh she in love
Dope boy, rapper
And she know that he da plug
He
Jay
Low
Low
Told dem boys I got it for the low
(Yea)
Got it for the low
(Yea)
Got it for the low
(Yea)
Tol dem boys I got that dope, put yuh dick up
(that dope)
I'm on that relapse
Yo' ass gone die if you blow my high
I been over Coastin' just was beatin' in my Lotus (straight up)
All that loud
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
ain't no get well soons (R.I.Ps)
I'm trynna put that boy on the news
Hit his block late night with them tools (With them wops)
I want him dead ion play by
say that got no respect
That's before shorty start sucking a dick boy I swear she don't show yo ass no respect
How she got a dick head up in her neck
you swing this?
Funky, dope jam top on your Christmas list, do you dig this?
Boy, there ain't no twist, just something you wish for and you almost
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