Dolo ft. Rob Ray & Piffy Guwap Lyrics

I always start my day off wit the realist prayer

Hoping it be no witness when I send them spraying

Seen alot of green shit and did a lot of favors

Niggas threw a couple shots

God still ain’t take me

And you ain’t bout it little nigga why you faking

If twelve get a hold of you I bet you leave a Statement

Gassin on Gelato 45 but nigga I ain’t racing

Conjuring with great spirits so fuck demons I Don’t face them

Mention my name wrong bet them billy niggas take you

Grew up piss poor yeah checkout my neck now I’m skating

Fucked up my closet dog turned out to be my closet hater

Doctors said my daughter wouldn’t talk now she can’t stop from singing

Niggas supposed down picture that they left

Me hanging

So now I’m Fuck nigga free dripped up with my banger

Waited for better dayz but all I seen was people changing

Me and brother ain’t talking now I see why family dangerous

Four five six and

Different like hyroglyfic

Yea yea yea yea

Four five six and

Different like hyroglyfic

Been did it spin the civic quick

Just like a fidget

6 Kitchens quick to turn a pigeon to a chicken

Quit fibbing

You ain’t really fitting the description

Of the picture that you painting

Or the painting of the picture

Tryna hold up that aggression

Like the frame on a picture

New school old soul like wood grain in a visca

Only owed her about a couple

But she still call me Mister

Fettuccine for dinner order lobster for supper

She probably wouldn’t do the same selfish

Motherfucker

Do whatever to fuck her fuck it I say I love her

It’s is what it is chickens cluck I get the plucking

They call me P I double F

I spell it like I’m musha

Pop trunk bone crusher

German foreign gone rush you

Hollow tips out the rugger

Staying late like a tutor

I maneuver the sewers

My junior good like Cuba

Let me take you back to 05

Bumpin trap or die we trying to go hard

Momma sent them prayers everytime I packed goyard

Shit was a slow start then we found them licks yeah

Bussing down checks man that money was coming quick yeah

Stash spot was at my bitch crib

My main hoe stayed tripping on me

Wanted to spend time but on my mind was on that fendi money

Momma still depending on me

So I stayed on my grind yeah

Couldn’t afford a Rollie but made sure the bills paid on time yeah

See we done came along way from dodging fed time

See this for all my niggas serving that bed time

See lately it’s been me and a bottle of henny

Trying to drown up everything that’s just bottled up in me

Yeah if I die way before that I wake

Ask lord for forgiveness and my soul to take

Hope he know I was know I was just trying to make a way

Trying to smell y flowers before they fade away