[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist]
Got to keep going
What the fuck does she want?
Chopper on me, it'll blow your ass to next morning
I be at the front door like, "What you order?"
Wanna stretch the work, you throw in a lil' water
Heard you were working with the pigs, you informer
Yeah, it's time to go
Twelve on me, got a warrant
Big band don't fold
Gotta keep going had to let a n***a go
[?] blowin' shit, I had to let a n***a know
Stomp a n***a out then I put it on the net
[?] comin' at ya neck
I be with with my dogs, I'm a motherfuckin' vet
You ain't a fuckin' dog, you's a motherfuckin' pet
She a motherfuckin' chiefin' no set
I'ma bring the heat and leave bro with no breath
How you put your weight in the hood with no rep?

[Chorus: Kane Grocerys]
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner
Lil n***a, what you is?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Lil n***a, what you do?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner, dope runner, whoa
[Verse 2: Kane Grocerys]
N***a, I'm a fucking dope runner
You can catch me in the motherfucking dope runners
All red and I'm already dope running
You can catch me at the motherfucking store or something
And I might have a motherfucking pound of something
Or I might have some motherfucking brown or something
N***a what the fuck you want, I got that dope pack
N***a what the fuck you want, I got that loud pack
I'm smoking on that thraxx, n***a and I'm in the cut
N***a, got the toolie on me, better not get buck
N***a, I'm in the fucking club, n***a so what
Got yo bitch poppin her ass, she a fucking slut
Told that bitch "Get out my face, you lil fucking mutt"
I don't care about no stupid ass fucking sluts
I need a good bitch, I need a hood bitch (x3)
I need a bitch that ain't lurkin on the internet
I need a motherfucking pound of some bricks
N***a I need that fucking dope, where it's at doe
I'm at my back door serving out my back door
Got a car, no, I ain't even pay for it
I'm in New York and I'm still in my dope runnas
Young n***a trapping in the fucking dope runnas
Young n***a and I got them fucking dope runnas
And they got them torches n***a and they'll blow something
Lil bitch
[Chorus: Kane Grocerys]
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner
Lil n***a, what you is?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Lil n***a, what you do?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner, dope runner, whoa