Текст песни
Yo
HUH
They can't fuck with the repertoire
Birdgod known get them packs off
Rounds in the chop make em summer salt
They applaud bars when stepping off
Might lose some can't win em all
How you recover when it set it done
How you move homie when judgement come How did it pan out on the run
Did you fold up when they took your son
Shit hit different with the ones you love
Prices fluctuate couldn't read the plug
Real street baby get it out the mud
No groupie met 50 in the club
G-unit some crips some bloods
Piru's wit me in they burgundy
Bunch of wild bulls
All they know felonies
Dope boys
Dope season
Dope broads
Dope pieces
BBS on the 2 seater
Dope Caesar
Got a dope Heater
Dope boys
Dope season
Dope broads
Dope pieces
BBS on the 2 seater
Dope Caesar
Got a dope Heater
You now witnessing greatness
Bars hit hard like Tyson training
No pro player I don't write statements
Gloves and mask on everything contagious
Just pulled a nurse and the waitress Independent label
Still make you famous Shots at the bar code words we airing
Bird God
My gun lift who you fuckin with
I'm with the biz
I'm about to do a Jr Smith
Made a fortune of sealed packs
If it's race I won that
I bring the feel back
I'm like young Nip gold chain S hat
I'm all facts
The big pay back
Magnum spin James Brown with a kick back
What's beef nigga me at your moms job
When she clock out
I'mma clock hers
Dope boys
Dope season
Dope broads
Dope pieces
BBS on the 2 seater