King Lil G, Nipsey Hussle - Dope lyrics
[King Lil G, Nipsey Hussle - Dope lyrics]
Bitch, I'm dope, way too dope
I'm talking 'bout a motherfucker
Had to sell dope
I had to chase dreams, I was in the ghetto
With a tattoo artist and a few extendos
I had to make moves, it was confidential
Bring the drama to your ass
Like we banging Death Row
My bros both started in the west side
With an alpine bumping all the bass lines
I snuck out my house way before the bed time
With the goons in the G
Ride on the test drive
Guns in the stash, who the fuck wanna trip?
I fuck with your hoes
But don't fuck with my clique
Murder your style
We smoke loud in this bitch
Gang unit pulled me over when they
Seen us in the whip
Gang unit pulled us over when they
Seen us in the whip
I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope
Momma tried but there ain't no
Thing like homie love
I keep on getting faded
Momma tried but there ain't no
Thing like homie love
That's how we do it in LA
I got a forty on my waist, MAC in the safe
Thirty in the clip like back in the day
Grind till we shine, stacking the safe
Act like a bitch
You get slapped in your face
Money man bleed the block till
It's said and done fuck his word
Don't do business till his credit run
Said he's trying to get some birds out
Who's selling some?
Am I fucking with it? No, I never know
Always hopping on the plane to
Get the cheddar hun
Drinking all this A-town, lean I got a belly
Huh?
That's my nigga Jay Rock, he can tell you how
I'll be in the back of
That back just watching belly, huh?
With my feet up, drunk on like a litre
Hello, nice to meet you
You should be my señorita
Mamma mia, how we wet to seat up?
All you heard
That mean pussy getting beat up
I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope
Momma tried but there any no
Thing like homie love
I keep on getting faded
Momma tried but there any no
Thing like homie love that's how we do in LA
I'm talking 'bout a motherfucker
Had to sell dope
I had to chase dreams, I was in the ghetto
With a tattoo artist and a few extendos
I had to make moves, it was confidential
Bring the drama to your ass
Like we banging Death Row
My bros both started in the west side
With an alpine bumping all the bass lines
I snuck out my house way before the bed time
With the goons in the G
Ride on the test drive
Guns in the stash, who the fuck wanna trip?
I fuck with your hoes
But don't fuck with my clique
Murder your style
We smoke loud in this bitch
Gang unit pulled me over when they
Seen us in the whip
Gang unit pulled us over when they
Seen us in the whip
I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope
Momma tried but there ain't no
Thing like homie love
I keep on getting faded
Momma tried but there ain't no
Thing like homie love
That's how we do it in LA
I got a forty on my waist, MAC in the safe
Thirty in the clip like back in the day
Grind till we shine, stacking the safe
Act like a bitch
You get slapped in your face
Money man bleed the block till
It's said and done fuck his word
Don't do business till his credit run
Said he's trying to get some birds out
Who's selling some?
Am I fucking with it? No, I never know
Always hopping on the plane to
Get the cheddar hun
Drinking all this A-town, lean I got a belly
Huh?
That's my nigga Jay Rock, he can tell you how
I'll be in the back of
That back just watching belly, huh?
With my feet up, drunk on like a litre
Hello, nice to meet you
You should be my señorita
Mamma mia, how we wet to seat up?
All you heard
That mean pussy getting beat up
I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope
Momma tried but there any no
Thing like homie love
I keep on getting faded
Momma tried but there any no
Thing like homie love that's how we do in LA