Dopeman

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[Verse 1] Off this fucking dope, that shit so loud it prolly wake the dead Thirty hanging off me, point him out, it ain't no saving lead Discontinued Actavis, so lately I ain't take my meds Quick to get a shaking for that bacon then I'm shaking feds Infareds ain't raising heads, aim it then I flame his dreads Threw the toothpick in his face, then hit him with the razors edge Whipping up that A-list crack, same brib where your lady at Face be where my babies at so basically she babysat I'm a Eastside young Billy Badass nigga Twist up the Glock on a crab ass nigga Cooking up meth in the lab ass nigga Hit the block, get it off out the gladbag nigga The trap all day with [?] Looking for a brick then you prolly need to see me Licks out BC, got it at Stevie Tell me for a bag 'bout to have me on TV Sipping on oil got me talking all greezy Riding down Bompton, feeling like Eazy Money getting long but my [?] still peasy Niggas wanna kill me and niggas wanna be me Keep two dikes and they keep two drips Give two shots 'fore they give two shits I'm red flag but they both two crips So I gave 'em both packs and I made two flips [Chorus] We pistol toting I could clear that block out when that pistol smoking Better show respect when you see that dopeman nigga Let a nigga act up then we gon' smoke that nigga [Verse 2] Desert Eagle lift 'em up, body bag, we zip him up Pussy niggas paper soft, two-two three's gon' rip him up Cop a million, grip 'em up, choppers like a biker crew Ratty get to jamming, I'ma show him what that knife'll do Down to take a life or two, pour me up a Sprite or two I fucked a couple wives or two, she suck me off we light a [?] I lit up swigging lighter fluid, pussy niggas got me hot Strapped up, ain't no lacking, cause that lacking almost got me shot Miss me with that flashy shit, that flashing shit what got me popped Ain't waiting on a dirty cop, 'fore whipping in that dirty pot I don't need no rapper friends, to me they just another lick To you that's just a rolly, but to me I see a couple bricks Miss me with that sucker shit, suck a dick or suck a slit I be up on 55th, but I ain't at the [?] bitch Twenty billy's in the P's, begging me to tell him squeeze But I tell him chill, instead of burners I just give 'em keys [Chorus] We pistol toting I could clear that block out when that pistol smoking Better show respect when you see that dopeman nigga Let a nigga act up then we gon' smoke that nigga We pistol toting I could clear that block out when that pistol smoking Better show respect when you see that dopeman nigga Let a nigga act up then we gon' smoke that nigga
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Credits
- Producers
- Antwon Carrera