Lyrics:
granola
Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
We
the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got (4 Hunnid)
Buy a drop, whip it then rock, stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope my ex get hit by
it killer
"My daddy was a dope man, so I'ma be a dope dealer"
How will the family explain it?
"My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!"
He ain't
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace
baby
I been movin them Pounds lately
She like "wow baby"
She lovin the style ain't she and my hair look like Fowl baby's
Used to plug in the house baby
boy
Don't ask me how I got these two chainz dope sells itself
She said baby
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
Haha I
(Bling)
Krib game plush interior real nice (Woo)
Dopeman baby the neighborhood dopeman (Dope)
Garage made of brick the cabin is oak fam (Oak)
Horses in
or two and a mountain side view
Yeah that'll do
Plus a guest house out back for the crew
Diamonds by the handful
Stay at home for days knowing there's no
note
When you ride now
If you down, we could hide out
Chill by my house
Ohh yea
the last of greats
cuntie whipping on the grill she gone make the plates
Don't be fucking with the fam cuz it's only a case
Run up in yo house at any time
with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half a mil in your bank account
Nigga, serve dope in
to idolize
Now Imma breathe fire inna ya house
I want revenge like Camila in Queen of the South
And anytime I see something dope, the myth men told
Is that my
the center
I stole your property
I damn your house
Don't hag me with your forced scream.
REFRAIN
Lacy and lonely
Like a bug
Baby fate a baby tee
to provide and shepherd my family
Keep an open ear to the word a closed ear to these rappers
Man yo favorite rappers is dope dealers all mines is pastors
I
you fam take my hand and make sure I never fall
I gotta plan
Gotta plan
Gotta plan for us all
I gotta plan
I gotta plan
I gotta plan for us all
I gotta
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
None of you bitch niggas want smoke
Ol' baby lung ass muhfucka gonna choke
You ain't never heard a nigga so fire so dope
Dizzy one bad muhfucka, I'm
house
Y’all know I got that flow to make ya momma chill
My dope mo louder than a power drill
Having dollars makes ya choices different y’all don’t know
of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast
And I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast
I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies,
running up the escalator
Pent house suite top floor elavator
Now I'm the man, cant fuck up my plan
I was born in the trenches I aint never had a hand
I been
We took that no look back
Dropped out no cap gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
outside, burn your mother's house
Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse
Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead
Take out
me
Not too hot about the drinkin but you toast with me
Livin at ya granny house you kept the dope for me
And wouldn't hesitate to go to court for me
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