DP ft. Keithfrm4th & Trapalone Peso Lyrics

And I'm in this bitch, turn me up

And I'm in this bitch, yeah

Bitch, gang

Could catch me doped up like I'm DP

On side the corner store where I try to sell my CD

But nah, I flip the pack, I get it gone, and then I repeat

But I'm still on the block, no hand in hand, so you won't see me

Don't get your head bust, lil' bitch, she using neck, lil' baby, throw it

I got this four-five, dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow it

It's Trapalone, we in the club, you best to know it

My right hand, yeah, that's my stepper, he gon' hoe em, (he gon hoe em)

I got this one thick bitch, she from the nola

And she came all the way just to the crib to bend it over

And the way that I'm so stuck up on this lean it slump me over

And the way that I be givin' her this dick, I can't control it

Opps in the fat ass wood, I can't even rolled it up

My future price is goin' up, I'm fuckin' your bitch, I nut on her butt

But they won't fuck with me, I'm goin' up

Heard he was talkin' shit, show him up

Poppin' the shit, gettin' money, look like a lick

Pockets so fat, I walk with a limp

Pockets so fat, I walk with a limp

Big body bitch, on my dick, she a fan

When I go slide, I use the FN

Soil in her throat, I can't understand

Big chop on me, I'll buss your head, boy, you know what it is

And yeah, I'm goin' all out, and for it, I don't need no pen

Could catch me doped up like I'm DP

On side the corner store where I try to sell my CD

But nah, I flip the pack, I get it gone, and then I repeat

But I'm still on the block, no hand in hand, so you won't see me

Don't get your head bust, lil' bitch, she using neck, lil' baby, throw it

I got this four-five, dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow it

It's Trapalone, we in the club, you best to know it

My right hand, yeah, that's my stepper, he gon' hoe em

Yeah, he gon hoe em

Twenty poles in the winter, thirty in the summer

Tell em move, and we gon' dump it

Them ghost niggas be huntin

Chopper louder than the thunder

Let him move and it get ugly

They don't like when it get ugly

They movin', we gon' up it

Thirty comin' off this cutter

Chopper swingin', nigga, skunkin

First one movin', first one runnin

All these niggas bout that yap, yap, till we touch him

All these niggas with that rap, cap, brodie bust him

Yeah, he was postin' to the Snapchat, and then they rushed him

And I stay posted wit these big ass K's boy they russian

Caught that nigga at a dead end, then we bust him

If the did, I don't know nothin', if he moved, then they flushed him

We poppin out wit cutters

Could catch me doped up like I'm DP

On side the corner store where I try to sell my CD

But nah, I flip the pack, I get it gone, and then I repeat

But I'm still on the block, no hand in hand, so you won't see me

Don't get your head bust, lil' bitch, she using neck, lil' baby, throw it

I got this four-five, dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow it

It's Trapalone, we in the club, you best to know it

My right hand, yeah, that's my stepper, he gon' hoe em, (he gon hoe em)