Dope Deelahs ft. Rucci & KingLems Lyrics

Hey

Gucci down in g fazos

Young nigga by the bank roll

I got lean by the case loads

I love a bop bitch I ain't into being faithful

Who want smoke this a smoke out

You got a gun I got a gun this is showdown

let me show you how it go down

Aye used to be the man but you broke now

You're a bum

I don't get it

I ain't with it

Bout my business aye

I got bitches aye

You keep talking like you tough but you ain't did it aye

Ion get it aye

Who's your witness aye

You need to stop that

They know I got racks

This a GLE coupe you can't top that

They ain't got that

Aye where my Glock at

Aye where my lean at

Where my soda pop at

Im a dope dealing

drug dealing

mother fucker

Only looking out for police and them under covers

If you ain't know bout that

You ain't from La

Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay

Im a dope dealing

Drug dealing

Mother fucker

Only looking out for police and them under covers

If you ain't know bout that

You ain't from La

Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay

Posted with my brother Uvie

Know he with the shits

Bitches acting bougie

Hoe you know you got no strips

Life be like a movie feel like frosty in this bitch

That boy hella goofy he with cops he been a snitch

Bitches hate the new me cause I bossed up I ain't switch

Bitch

Aye to keep it hunnid

Rock with blood related my family ain't none above it

Mama say she hate the way I live

Told her I love it

Get his lo got something to give we finna jug it

Gang

Aye

Like nigga fuck it

Phones are getting tapped

Only in person we discuss it

Pump faking will get you smacked

You know my brother actually up it

Already know

I'll never fold

It's getting old

How you hoe

When you see me be on go

Designer flow

Like I'm Avie it's not ratchet it's a no

Im a dope dealing

drug dealing

mother fucker

Only looking out for police and them under covers

If you ain't know bout that

You ain't from La

Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay

Im a dope dealing

Drug dealing

Mother fucker

Only looking out for police and them under covers

If you ain't know bout that

You ain't from La

Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay

If you ain't fucking with me nigga put a price up on my head

Cause I'm gone keep banging my shit till the day that I'm dead

And you ain't really in the field you in the dug out

Little ass nigga you need to sit down

When the guns pop out you too scared to come around

You ain't trapping worth shit

You in your moms house

Little ass nigga you need to sit down

Talking all that shit gone get yo moms blown down

I really be in the field with the homies

Thuggin

Bitch need to chill on my phone always

Buggin

Yo this goes out to all you basic ass

Dirty ass

Share the same baby dad

Looking ass bitches

Ol lemme hold a half a gram

Ass bitches

Ol side bitch in public

Still tryna hold my hand in public

Ass bitches

Aye we letting everybody know

We doing this shit for the ratchets

If it ain't ratchet I can't have it

At least half a g bitch

I swear man