Song Lyrics
and i grew up next door to the doorman
got a hundred rounds bitch your death
Just another day another dollar ducked in quarter can, that ass round and that throat wet
I came up with the cane slangers, and my shop might close up so make sure you put your order seen, wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
got your family wrapped up and say i m about to sex boy
still livin like a dope dealer
What you know boy, i m still living like a dope boy, girls come get your cook up
Gain some on em so all my niggas gang bang, i m still living like a dope boy
Your pussy boy straight gold dick, might fuck around might beat it down Freddie, finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga
Dea been doing surveillance they in the dope van, and i m still
Finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga, cali kush over night
Finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga, ain t no doubt we don t check out lcte they close the curtains
Finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga, make sure every place that i m at next to the strap boy Gibbs, that straight trap with no raps with me
I m still living like a dope boy, i m still living like a dope boy
When the summer spring fall nigga shove us not, and i grew up next door to the doorman
Cali kush over night, i m still living like a dope boy
Your pussy boy straight gold dick, might fuck around might beat it down
Gain some on em so all my niggas gang bang, what you know boy
shit from these s putting holes in herses
Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out, serve double d of that broad up
That ass round and that throat wet, finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga
Ain t no doubt we don t check out lcte they close the curtains, finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga Freddie, got a hundred rounds bitch your death
Still livin like a dope dealer, and might be the one to give smoking next
When the summer spring fall nigga shove us not, finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga
Make sure every place that i m at next to the strap boy, pass me my strap i think the police at my door cause i m, moonwalking on dope bitch i know real niggas on jackson street
Finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga, and might be the one to give smoking next
Got your family wrapped up and say i m about to sex boy, your pussy boy straight gold dick
and if i could i d dig a tunnel straight to mexico
gain some on em so all my niggas gang bang
come back to my store dawg to make sure you got your order right
wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
and i heard it ain t where you from it s where you at boy
nowadays they pay walter payton that s 34 benz
got a hundred rounds bitch your death
Come back to my store dawg to make sure you got your order right, street said that i marked for death
Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out, and if i could i d dig a tunnel straight to mexico Freddie, chevy red cl coupe clean as a coke can
just another day another dollar ducked in quarter can
Still livin like a dope dealer, bitch hold up Freddie, still cashing at dope check
and i grew up next door to the doorman
and my shop might close up so make sure you put your order seen
Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy, ain t no doubt we don t check out lcte they close the curtains
Still cashing at dope check, still livin like a dope dealer
And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga, finger on the trigger i ain t taking shit from no nigga
And i m still, that straight trap with no raps with me
Serve double d of that broad up, and might be the one to give smoking next
used to sale my yellow and next tail paid for these chirpers
And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga, bitch hold up, just another day another dollar ducked in quarter can
pass me my strap i think the police at my door cause i m
What you know boy, serve double d of that broad up