Gimmi Back My Dope

Lyrics

[Hook: DJ Paul] It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I'm that nigga that be ridin' 'round clean [?] I think you niggas think I'm rich [?] I'ma pull up in a Charger or a Lambo [?] In the club VIP, goin' ham [?] [?] 'round town [?] get you comfortable The whole time we tryin' to hit you for yo valuables Got him thinkin' I'm da man, I'm the plug-ah On the forreal-ah my nigga, I'ma mug 'em What you needin', boss? I got it for the super-low So we can [?] and we come back and get it though Trick be trustin' me? You a damn fool Memphis nigga - bald head, gold teeth and tattoos [Hook: DJ Paul] It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] Gimmi back my dope bitch, back my dope bitch And I hope you nigga you can quote me With "Let's Make A Stang" And I'm robbin' you for the same thang That I dropped off to yo fuckin' ass This a robbery nigga, no mask And I'm lookin' for that motherfuckin' cash Gimmi back my dope bitch - that's my shit! [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] Don't nobody talk shit, cause everybody know me I be's the pill dude, blow man, dope man On that very day you got robbed last year Make you take all yo clothes off, get from 'round here! Hundred round clip, don't trip, it's over I'ma act a damn fool like I'm super bipolar Sawed-off put some work in, I went and retrieved it Then bought me some sizzurp, kush weed my nigga [Hook: DJ Paul] It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Massacre, massacre Lord Infamous and I'm asking for da - stash I blast, you better come up with some cash So drop it [?] trick empty yo damn pocket I'm shootin' the miniature rockets So busta yo ass best to stop it The Glock clickin' know that I got somethin' for ya - the slug in da chamber Crackin' a niggas damn skull may be the result of the infamous anger So are you slippin' you suckers, you best to keep keepin' an eye on them windows Scarecrow is on the jack stroll, nigga I'm kickin' in da doors And you hoes, I'll take your motherfuckin' pocketbooks Criminals like the Scarecrow give no shit trick cause we real crooks I'll take your ends, your drugs, your life and your jewelry Look into the Scarecrow got them 20 gauge of fury And if you wanna turn around and look at my face I'll let your ass see how motherfuckin' lead taste Slippin' ass niggas yo you best to take your ass to school My first words are "Drop it off your ass fool" [Hook: DJ Paul] It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope