Dutches Lyrics

Pack of the haze and box of dutches

Pack of the haze and a box of dutches

Pack of the haze and box of dutches

Pack of the haze and a box of dutches

I channel Dodi phy

Forever I ride

He on the side

killing off demons that try

To stop a smoother ride

I see things

These voices in my head

Lead me to do things

These streets

Bring apart of me out

That do ill things (uh)

Living my thief's theme

This blade in my mouth

I'm on my creep thing

For weeks

I just been plotting this out

Soon as I hit I'm out

Another city

Find a pretty to douce

In other words

I'll be digging her out

Now her house is my house

Now I can chill

And plan my next moves

Crime pays

At least

That's the route I choose

Searching for different spots

To carry out my next murder Lurking outside of windows

Like a cat burglar

Spotted my victims

On the corner stunting

They didn't know what's coming

Wiping the candy paint

He mumbled something

That's when I seen

A lil shorty coming

Huffing and puffin

Holding a bag

He dropped it opened

He had a..

Pound of the haze

And box of dutches

(It was a)

Pound of the haze

And a box of dutches

(It was a)

Pound of the haze

And a box of dutches

(It was a)

Pound of the haze

And a box of dutches

Our eyes met up I played like ain't see shit

Shorty picked it up and closed it And then handed dread the package

Not for that small shit

I thought in my head

I'll scope'em out some more

At least I know the product is there

Hit the corner like yeah

Hit the alley

Imma meet shorty there

Run his pockets

Make him take me to where

He's coming from

Showed him the gun

He ain't flinch or run

Instead gave me a look

Like he was prepared for what's come

I gave something to think about Knocked four of his teeth out Index finger over my mouth

He move and imma let him out

If he wanna test me

I show him what this life about Pardon this death about

Grabbed him point the crib out

Drug him behind a dumpster Used a blade and cut his soul out Then slowly preceded towards the house

Only thoughts was going in

And coming out

With double the content in the bag

Shorty had

When he was running with the

Pound of the haze

And box of dutches

(It was a)

Pound of the haze

And a box of dutches

(It was a)

Pound of the haze

And a box of dutches

(It was a)

Pound of the haze

And a box of dutches

Soon as I entered shots rang out Got touched by a few

Flesh wounds

But how were they prepared for the move

I let off a few blindly

Somebody dropped though

Lady yelling and screaming Somebody running out the side door

About to give chase

Until I seen it

Dinning room table

Big bag of cash

Look like a key

Pounds under the table

Gone with the wind Grab everything and ride

Set the house on fire

Destroy my Dna in side

The nigga that ran

We caught eyes

Wasn't the 1st time though

Same Dred I locked eyes

When he was wiping off the vehicle

Now where'd he go?

Not in the alley

Really no where to hide

I gotta go police are coming

Plus I got this pie

Made it to my pieces spot

Leg burning from a couple shots

Her back turned she not talking I'm thinking that she hot

I Touched her

She felt cold

Her life drifted through my clutches

Over a pack & some dutches