CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dope Fiend
(What you mean, b*t*h? n***as can't hang in the Fokxxx den)
b*t*h
Skrrt off, I'm 'bout to hit the road, it's time to f**k with Ri'
Sippin' juice, Legends Never Die triple-9 VLONE tee
Why the f**k you gon' say match and you tryna smoke for free?
Why the f**k you makin' diss stacks? You boys tryna be like me
I ain't even had this b*t*h a week, and I slid to the D
Chi-town, Nap-town too, and then I hit the Ski
Tryna dodge alphabet boys and still move these P's
f**k the R, that's my day one, b*t*h, I'm gon' ride for T (b*t*h)
n***as play tough, but they fear Fluke, and he gon' ride for me
n***as'd rather sip all that fake drank because they f**kin' cheap
Boy, your b*t*h must be a damn butcher the way she run through meat
Boy, y'all copycats, man, that sh*t old, talkin' 'bout some GRG
I taught n***as 'bout the road and grabbin' gifties
n***as bums, dirty-ass shoes and big-ass longsleeves
n***as got tape on the hoopty, spent more on codeine (Boss your life up)
Boy, y'all need to get your chicken up, boy, y'all need some protein
I need some codeine
Done with the eight, done drunk a trey-six straight, boy, I'm a dope fiend
550 Benz in my backyard plus an oldie
Unc' ridin' through the hood sellin' hard and he a paroley
n***a, f**k the opps and the police
Same one who got your brother dropped, b*t*h, you know me
I'm in the booth 25/8, how else we gon' eat?
n***a, you ain't really dropped sh*t, you just hold the heat
Shout out my n***a Fokxxx, just bought a chicken box
See-through Dior shirt on right now, got my nipples out
I got ten 'bows of regs right now, could start a nickel spot
I'm off cough syrup and Oxycontin, I ain't got chicken pox
They know not to disrespect the gang, get ten n***as dropped
Lisa want a forty of the 'caine, she on Bristol now
My lil' shooter ain't used to have sh*t, yeah, he got a pistol now
(AJ, you iced up?)
(Thank you so much for playing my game)
b*t*h
Skrrt off, I'm 'bout to hit the road, it's time to f**k with Ri'
Sippin' juice, Legends Never Die triple-9 VLONE tee
Why the f**k you gon' say match and you tryna smoke for free?
Why the f**k you makin' diss stacks? You boys tryna be like me
I ain't even had this b*t*h a week, and I slid to the D
Chi-town, Nap-town too, and then I hit the Ski
Tryna dodge alphabet boys and still move these P's
f**k the R, that's my day one, b*t*h, I'm gon' ride for T (b*t*h)
n***as play tough, but they fear Fluke, and he gon' ride for me
n***as'd rather sip all that fake drank because they f**kin' cheap
Boy, your b*t*h must be a damn butcher the way she run through meat
Boy, y'all copycats, man, that sh*t old, talkin' 'bout some GRG
I taught n***as 'bout the road and grabbin' gifties
n***as bums, dirty-ass shoes and big-ass longsleeves
n***as got tape on the hoopty, spent more on codeine (Boss your life up)
Boy, y'all need to get your chicken up, boy, y'all need some protein
I need some codeine
Done with the eight, done drunk a trey-six straight, boy, I'm a dope fiend
550 Benz in my backyard plus an oldie
Unc' ridin' through the hood sellin' hard and he a paroley
n***a, f**k the opps and the police
Same one who got your brother dropped, b*t*h, you know me
I'm in the booth 25/8, how else we gon' eat?
n***a, you ain't really dropped sh*t, you just hold the heat
Shout out my n***a Fokxxx, just bought a chicken box
See-through Dior shirt on right now, got my nipples out
I got ten 'bows of regs right now, could start a nickel spot
I'm off cough syrup and Oxycontin, I ain't got chicken pox
They know not to disrespect the gang, get ten n***as dropped
Lisa want a forty of the 'caine, she on Bristol now
My lil' shooter ain't used to have sh*t, yeah, he got a pistol now
(AJ, you iced up?)
(Thank you so much for playing my game)
