Dope on the Dishes

Lyrics

[Intro: AllStar JR] (Let's get a bag) (Beatgang) Welcome to Get A Bag Records (Antt did the track) Where dreams come true (Let's get a bag) Organized Crime For the set, for the Six' yeah [Verse 1: AllStar JR] Keepin' groceries at my grannie's shit Keep on cookin'' still can't smell over that Cali shit What they been doin'? Chillin'' what I been doin'? Gettin' (Yeah) Get that boy gone, I done threw the Jag' in sports mode, ayy This might be my hardest shit Mess my lineup up' I hit my barber bitch, ayy This might be the rawest shit 9K and GlockBoyz bringin' all the straps And what is promised, I cook more than niggas' mama (Bitch) Lethal with that chopper' turn a suit into pajamas You gon' sleep in it Fuck with R, don't be cheap with me She ain't got no tickets, only reason why this freak with me [Verse 2: TLG Deuce] I got enough blues for a few rides Get this food with these two slides Couple warrants and a few crimes Bitch, you better do right (Let's get a bag) You ain't gotta play tough She got her L's and we Drac'd up If you want, we can meet up You want some more, I'll speed up [Verse 3: Motown Ty] You can send the 'bows to the new house It's three doors down from the blue house Thankin' Ray-Ray, now it's gettin' higher And us, we done made a dub and had a shootout [Verse 4: AllStar JR] Ten-pound necklace, yeah, I spent ten pounds on it See it shinin' like I'm workin' for a Fortune 500 I ain't' lyin' Pull up to the hood, supply hundreds, you ain't buy it I'm so glad I ain't waste a ride on you [Chorus: TLG Deuce & Motown Ty] Let's talk Pyrex, baby Let's talk about the best of the week Let's talk about dope uncut Let's talk about pills and plugs (Let's get a bag) [Verse 5: AllStar JR] Ayy If your grandson growin', I can send you some It ain't snowin' down there, I'll get you some When your dog run out of food, get that shit from us Ain't a Crip, but love blues, who got a script for us? Talk crazy to them hoes, niggas bitch to us They be queens to them lames, they ain't shit to us Them niggas got a couple dollars, they ain't rich as us Gary said them niggas come around, they ain't lit as us I get the load off, try to get the load back Heatin' up the 'caine, finna have me with a froze neck Still up that same ten on that cold rack Glock with a ladder, bet a nigga have a closed cask' On the Mile on some shit with my Mob niggas We'll meet you at your crib right now trippin' Don't get it twisted, you ain't catch me out slippin' First thing I'm finna do is let this four-five empty [Verse 6: TLG Deuce & Motown Ty] It's nine in the morning I woke up at eight and made so many blues Gettin' money, gettin' money Even lame niggas on top Know, kid, we still got so much work to do, yeah (Let's get a bag) Oh [Chorus: TLG Deuce & Motown Ty] Let's talk Pyrex, baby Let's talk about the best of the week Let's talk about dope uncut Let's talk about pills and plugs [Outro] (Let's get a bag) (Beatgang)