Dope Fiend
[Intro]
(Yo, [?] got the drip)
(Michigan Music)
[Verse]
Good thing I ain't a doctor, I ain't got patience
Just let off shots, he rushin' to the doctor, he did not make it
I'll take a n***a to his maker and I'm not playin'
I could have this bitch do a hex on you, she a dark Haitian
Tie a n***a up and burn his body, he in a dark basement
Bitch, I'm on the block huntin' the opps, you see a car chase him
So I let off shots and hit his top from a far angle
Bitch, I'm headed out the way, I got a Pelle on
Bitch, you got it stuffed with up our league, that's what I tell these hoes
Bitch, I can't never leave the trap what I'ma tell the roll
I damn near got a milli' cash in my tele phone
Just gotta go and get it, my young n***a drop bodies for a living
He in the murder business
I'll take a n***a's trap and pistol whip him, he get murdered with it
If the n***a get away, I chase him down, I'm finna curse him with it
I'm finna burn him with it
Finna slide off in a Hellcat, I'm finna burn the engine
Hit the trap to cook the dog up, I'm finna burn the kitchen
Got a drum in my Glock, a hundred shots, I'm finna burn the pistol
I heard them n***as posted at a party, I'm finna burn the middle
And meet him at the 'spital
'Cause they ain't get the job done
Then I'm here to kill you
If a n***a speakin' on my bitch, I won't Will Smith you
Bro, I will kill you
Pull up with that chopper, let off shots and they will fill you
I was goin' through your bitch phone while you was out trippin'
Oh, he at a bar? Let off shots while he out sippin'
I caught him runnin' out the back, why did he try dippin'?
I hit him in his face, stomach, and arm, even an eye ligament
My deuce knew I was bad goin' to school, I wanted to try skippin'
Was tryna be like my big bro, was gettin' high with him
I seen him leave at school with two hoes, I wanna drive with him
We took him to a trap on the South side, we finna dive in him
I don't know why the opps love parties, they always die in 'em
Nah, these bitches goin' live just to cry in 'em
Ha, this shit quite silly
I bet you ever catch me out, I got a pipe with me
Bitch, I got a switchie on my ten milli'
Bitch, I'm to that point, you want my masters, give me ten milli'
And we can make it happen
Always know if rap don't go right, then I'd make it trappin'
Bitch, I'd make it happen
Who said I won't get a n***a whacked? Bitch, I'll make it happen
Tie a n***a up and burn his body and now the boy ashes
(Yo, [?] got the drip)
(Michigan Music)
[Verse]
Good thing I ain't a doctor, I ain't got patience
Just let off shots, he rushin' to the doctor, he did not make it
I'll take a n***a to his maker and I'm not playin'
I could have this bitch do a hex on you, she a dark Haitian
Tie a n***a up and burn his body, he in a dark basement
Bitch, I'm on the block huntin' the opps, you see a car chase him
So I let off shots and hit his top from a far angle
Bitch, I'm headed out the way, I got a Pelle on
Bitch, you got it stuffed with up our league, that's what I tell these hoes
Bitch, I can't never leave the trap what I'ma tell the roll
I damn near got a milli' cash in my tele phone
Just gotta go and get it, my young n***a drop bodies for a living
He in the murder business
I'll take a n***a's trap and pistol whip him, he get murdered with it
If the n***a get away, I chase him down, I'm finna curse him with it
I'm finna burn him with it
Finna slide off in a Hellcat, I'm finna burn the engine
Hit the trap to cook the dog up, I'm finna burn the kitchen
Got a drum in my Glock, a hundred shots, I'm finna burn the pistol
I heard them n***as posted at a party, I'm finna burn the middle
And meet him at the 'spital
'Cause they ain't get the job done
Then I'm here to kill you
If a n***a speakin' on my bitch, I won't Will Smith you
Bro, I will kill you
Pull up with that chopper, let off shots and they will fill you
I was goin' through your bitch phone while you was out trippin'
Oh, he at a bar? Let off shots while he out sippin'
I caught him runnin' out the back, why did he try dippin'?
I hit him in his face, stomach, and arm, even an eye ligament
My deuce knew I was bad goin' to school, I wanted to try skippin'
Was tryna be like my big bro, was gettin' high with him
I seen him leave at school with two hoes, I wanna drive with him
We took him to a trap on the South side, we finna dive in him
I don't know why the opps love parties, they always die in 'em
Nah, these bitches goin' live just to cry in 'em
Ha, this shit quite silly
I bet you ever catch me out, I got a pipe with me
Bitch, I got a switchie on my ten milli'
Bitch, I'm to that point, you want my masters, give me ten milli'
And we can make it happen
Always know if rap don't go right, then I'd make it trappin'
Bitch, I'd make it happen
Who said I won't get a n***a whacked? Bitch, I'll make it happen
Tie a n***a up and burn his body and now the boy ashes