Dead Doc (feat. Lil Gotit)

(1209, please) Yeah Got hood baby with me, yeah Real hood baby, yeah (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga) Woo, hey, hey Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you Them bricks in the mitres, them birds in the attic Don't fuck with no pigs, no mice, and no rabbits I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on the baddies My top isn't red, drink pink in the bed, and All of my shooters, they action, no Jake's My ho, she cheatin' on me but I can care less 'Cause I'm cheatin' all out in Cali' My ho out in Cali', her hair match the palettes I'm chillin' with her friends, I'm living real Slatty These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke We treat it like pinstripes, we go laser-taggin' I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed It filled with some loads, get trapped by some cadies No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls Royce spider We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I'm sayin' is Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you Too slimy, we play with your mental Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender Slept on the jet, me and turnin' that Bentley Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin' With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be deadly Equipped with them blickys, young trap boys, we ready Equipped with this money and came with the dead Off a perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated Straight out the hood, they killin' and beggin' Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it Track Hawk, no HEMI, I really be gettin' it Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy That bitch ain't expensive Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute (you the ones trippin', that ho for the gang) 'Cause all I do is handle business (don't let that bitch trick you) In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you (1209, please) (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)