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Dotta The Dealer
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Yep, let's keep round- round it, round that shit back up, motherfucker
Round that shit back up, motherfucker!
Sho, you made it?
Ayo, I need a ghetto bitch to fuck me when I wanna (Yeah)
I grew up with some sharks, so what
The fuck is a piranha? (What the fuck?)
I ain't tryna bust a jug if it ain't comin' with no commas
The dealer stays around, they keep layin' off armor
K-karma hit you so fast, I took a nosedive (Uh)
Jump back, I droop on my points, that's with a slow grind (Ah)
Feds tryna lock niggas up, you smell like Pope rhyme (Uh-huh)
I'm with Zip, we cookin' up flips until it's showtime
Sippin' Dada, who hotter? You niggas gotta be trippin' (Oh)
Is there needle in your arm? Then you gotta be sniffin' (Nah)
Walk through, excuse you like part of my smiffin'
Take half the straight five like it's part of a sentence (Yeah)
Play your cards right, you fuckin' with Zip and the dealer (Uh-huh)
Have my nigga from Pittsburgh blitz on you like a Steeler (Yeah)
You think you real? Well, let me show
You somethin' that's realer (What?)
Chase you down the street while I'm chasin' tequila
I was posted at the bar, too lit up and chasin' knots (Knots)
Make sure I took everything out before they raid the spot (I'm out)
Low-key, I'm givin' out work to different blocks
Go get you a Glock if you feelin' you might get shot
G-got this baddie, I just give her the addy, she get to shakin' (Yeah)
If I have my bitch blow on the dice, I bet I break her
I was cookin' on the stove, she askin'
Me, "What's the scraper?" (What the?)
I know a Muslim, but he told they As-salamu then lake them
I know killers at the toe for nothin', they still breathin'
Other niggas say they turn they life around, they still demons
I know a nigga that got shot for snoozin', he still sleepin'
I advise you get a block and sellin' them big pieces
Kilo slips and a few Jojo's, four-fifty five times this month (Woo)
I'm still in go mode (Yeah), every day is a freak
That pussy sweeter than some Rolos, I can eat it for weeks
H-had .380s in the Polo, half sheets with the keef
Ran the streets in these cliques, but most of the time it was dolo
Bought a beat and my geeks trip, treatin' it like a dojo
Went OT in the Genesis, stay in love with the coco (Stay in love)
I don't take it if it ain't steamin', better come with a logo
I'm out the country in Colombia with two of my likin' (Yeah)
Plus they know I'm a speddy trench and
I ain't used to the hikin' (Sped up)
But I know about them cold trappin' days, bitch, you had to pay
Before rap, we was raidin' cribs like Vikings
Before the blicks, I was swingin' swords like I'm Spartacus (Swing)
You mad 'cause they put your homie in a vape cartridge (You mad)
Fuck a great artist, I'm a love and hate artist
Niggas do the wrong thing and end up straight targets
Whippin' always been a thing of mine, I found a major grind
Cook a one-twenty-five, shit, I bet I make it nine
Wasn't trappin' off no iPhone, that's how you FaceTime
Knew a bitch that was a snitch, had niggas chase her down
Grew up 'round some monsters, so at nighttime, it get spooky
If we comin' to the scene, I better turn to a movie
Pop a nigga, make him big and give the credit to Coogie (Uh)
You would think I have a deal the way I stuff these Ksubis
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