Dope Fein Friday

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Shit Ghetto Boyz shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on S560 with reclining seats in the back F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask Say you finna do what? Where my heat at? Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, we just drunk a ten Lil' bitch had a good shot, I wanna fuck again Rap got me out the dope game, but I'm stuck again Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again Have you ever seen me out in public with less than ten on me? Have you ever seen me out in public without FN on me? You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off? Shit get real, don't it? Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it I can't wait until we get the drop I can't wait until we find them niggas block, I'm buyin' a crib on it Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin' Before that EDD shit came around, I had a real hundred Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it I act mean to my dope fiends, I'm a drill sergeant I'm feeling kind of sick, I need a head doctor If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red probably Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead probably I was buyin' Act' two for twenty-five wearing Ed Hardy Four-five make you move around— alright Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted Picked up the mic last year and made a million and I just started Jump out on 'em with an old K, damn, he just sharted I don't think his car gon' go in drive no more 'cause I just parked it Cougar bitch across the street was tryna fuck, she look like Miss Parker Jogging pants full, fifty racks in 'em Moncler bubble on with a strap in it Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches Hit him in the chest with the K, he just backflipped it You can't rap about the drank, you ain't an Act' sipper Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer We can't be fuckin' for that long, I'm a fat nigga You would never see me with a fitted on 'cause I don't cap, nigga We all talking 'bout the same shit, but I rap different Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it I hope this bitch getting set to play 'cause I only brought a stack wit' me The nigga that I'm with throw bricks, I got Shaq with me Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five) I be at the liquor store, in the back chillin' My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing Lil' bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin Trendsetter, think I'm finna put forty pointers in a President And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain Baby, I ain't pop no Percs before we fuck, give me six minutes (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)