TREAD SHIT

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Matt OX - Rap, USA

TREAD SHIT

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[Intro] Dope-runner, dope, dope (Pshh) Dope-runner (Yeah), dope-runner, dope [Chorus] Dope in my body, I get higher as the pilot (Dope, dope, dope) Hop in that big body and I'm slidin' like a rocket (Go, go, let's go) All this drip on me (Yeah), I'ma flex, I'ma pop it (Flex) Pulled up to the party with the mob, let's start a riot (Yeah) One-on-one pieces, all this drip on me exotic (Ayy, swag) Popped so many tags, I had to give it to my stylist (Pop the tag) I'm on ice and Oxy, and I'm geeked up out of my body (Geeked up out of my body) Bitches off the 2C, and they geekin' off the molly (Geekin' off the molly) [Verse 1] I've been goin' stupid, lil' bitch, I go kamikaze (I've been kamikaze) Life just like a movie, and I know that they've been watching (Yeah, yeah) What's my next step? What's my next move? (Yeah, yeah) Gotta get the check (Check), I gotta get that blue (Get that, woo) Living life like this, we ain't got no rules (Woo) Got your lil' bitch, I throw her in the pool (Yeah) Dropped out when I was ten, I'm like, "Fuck school" (Fuck the school) Now I'm counting M's, with the decimals (Yeah) I was in that trench, I got on the move (In that trench) Had to get that check, had to get that blue (Get the check) [Bridge] Yeah (Yeah) Tread shit, tread shit (Tread shit, bitch) Pull up on the block, get your wig split (Bitch) And I keep that Glock where my Ricks sit (Yeah) Spendin' all this guap on some Rick shit (Yeah) [Verse 2] Y'all was talking all that shit, now y'all bitchin' (Bitch) I've been outside since a kid, like a misfit (I'm outside) Yeah, they try to try, girl, that fire started blitzin' (Brr, brr; try to try) Running up these racks, I'm on that timing, they keep ticking (I'm on that timing) [Chorus] Dope in my body, I get higher as the pilot (Yeah, ha) Hop in that big body and I'm slidin' like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) All this drip on me (Yeah), I'ma flex, I'ma pop it (Flex) Pulled up to the party with the mob, let's start a riot (Riot) One-on-one pieces, all this drip on me exotic (Drip on me exotic) Popped so many tags, I had to give it to my stylist (Give it to my stylist) I'm on ice and Oxy, and I'm geeked up out of my body (I'm on ice and Oxy) Bitches off the 2C, and they geekin' off the molly (Yeah; out them body)

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  • Matt OX