Dead Doc

(12-0-9, please) Yeah, real hood baby, yeah Real hood baby, yeah (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga) Woo, yeah No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take something Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent But I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no problems with you Bricks in the mattress, got bricks in the attic Don't fuck with no pig, no mices, and no rabbits I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on the baddest My top piece is rich, ain't paying a band And all of my shooters, they action, no Jackson My ho, she cheating on me but I can care less 'Cause I'm tricking all out in Cali' My ho out in Cali', her hair match the panties I'm chilling with her friends, I'm living real slatty These niggas big jokes, he say he want smoke We treat it like play fight, we go laser-tagging I hopped on the Rolls, the curtain was closed If it was low could trap out some Caddy's No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls Royce spider We put on big diamonds in traffic Guess all I'm saying is No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take something Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent But I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no problems with you Too slimy, we play with your mental Everybody eat, but a rat mix with them They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender Slip on the jimmy every time that I bend her Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothing With 24, he Heavy, that slime, I be daily Equipped with them blickys, y'all trapping, we ready Equipped with this money it came with a debt Off a Perc' and an Adderal, I feel meditated We straight out the hood, they killing and begging Thousand, bet a thousand tell 'em to bet it Trackhawk, no hemi, I really be getting it Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy That bitch ain't expensive, you the one that's trippin' No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute (that ho for the gang) 'Cause all I do is handle business (don't let that bitch trick you) In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take something Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent But I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no problems with you (12-0-9, please) (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)