Текст песни Dead Doc - Lil Keed, Lil Gotit

Dead Doc

Yeah
Got Hood Baby with me, yeah
Real Hood Baby, yeah
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Woo, hey, hey
Know I’ma be out the struggle in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin'
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain’t tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc'
And they havin' bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers
I don’t want a trophy with 'em
I’ll never understand y’all rappers
All y’all do is copy niggas
Y’all niggas real hoes
I don’t want no bodies with you
Them bricks in the mattress, them birds in the attic
Don’t fuck with no pigs, no mice, and no rabbits
I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping
And most of you rappers, y’all fuck on the baddies
My top isn’t red, drink pink in the bed, all of my shooters, they action,
no Jake’s
My ho, she cheatin' on me, but I can care less 'cause I’m cheatin' all out in
Cali'
My ho out in Cali', her hair match the palettes
I’m chillin' with her friends, I’m livin' real Slatty
These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke
We treat it like pinstripes, we go laser-taggin'
I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed
It filled with some loads, get trapped by some caddies
No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls-Royce spider
We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I’m sayin' is
Know I’ma be out the struggle in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin'
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain’t tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc'
And they havin' bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers
I don’t want a trophy with 'em
I’ll never understand y’all rappers
All y’all do is copy niggas
Y’all niggas real hoes
I don’t want no bodies with you
Too slimy, we play with your mental
Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner
They didn’t want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender
Slept on the jet, me and turnin' that Bentley
Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin'
With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be deadly
Equipped with them blickys, young trap boys, we ready
Equipped with this money and came with the dead
Off a Perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated
Straight out the hood, they killin' and beggin'
Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it
Trackhawk, no HEMI, I really be gettin' it
Ain’t got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist
I still eat at Denny’s, this drip, we got plenty
We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy
That bitch ain’t expensive, you the ones trippin', that ho for the gang,
don’t let that bitch trick you
Know I’ma be out the struggle in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin'
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain’t tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc'
And they havin' bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers
I don’t want a trophy with 'em
I’ll never understand y’all rappers
All y’all do is copy niggas
Y’all niggas real hoes
I don’t want no bodies with you
1209, please
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga