DOPE DEALERS Lyrics

Coupe full of rocks hand on my glock

Go head just put me in

It's like I never been to court the way I plead the fifth

My Momma stressing bout her baby think my life gon end

I had to tell her that I'm pressure it don't make no sense

Oh I was brought up by the dope dealers

Oh I surrounded by the go getters

Oh I last night it was a cold killing

Oh I I gotta keep it real witcha

Auntie Auntie get it cracking in the kitchen

I got love for all my project babies climbing out the trenches

I ain't never running out of ammo clip came with extendo

How I'm stepping it don't make no sense but definitely make you listen

Holon….

Choppo never been a sucka for no bitches

But my lady make you double back like wassup what's the business

I ain't ever been to college but I got my intuition

Graduated from the pavement now I'm aiming for a million

Coupe full of rocks hand on my glock

Go head just put me in

It's like I never been to court the way I plead the fifth

My Momma stressing bout her baby think my life gon end

I had to tell her that I'm pressure it don't make no sense

Oh I was brought up by the dope dealers

Oh I surrounded by the go getters

Oh I last night it was a cold killing

Oh I I gotta keep it real witcha

Like money Mitch I had to get it by myself

I don't need no body guard you should try that somewhere else now

Face the fact there ain't gon be nobody else

Who can rock a Prada belt like I and kill for disrespect

For my dawgs and for my people

Hoe I'm flyer than an eagle

All I do is handle Biz to make it out

For the lost and for the evil

Ima product of my people

Choppo found his way up out here to the top

If you bitches try to ride my wave you'd probably break your knees

Spanish hoes love reggeaton but Mami I got what you need

I'm Miami we got baking soda leveled up from weed

How I came up out the trenches made in Russia cross the sea

Ce LaVie

Coupe full of rocks hand on my glock

Go head just put me in

It's like I never been to court the way I plead the fifth

My Momma stressing bout her baby think my life gon end

I had to tell her that I'm pressure it don't make no sense

Oh I was brought up by the dope dealers

Oh I surrounded by the go getters

Oh I last night it was a cold killing

Oh I I gotta keep it real witcha