KrispyLife Kidd - Dope Sales (feat. Louie Ray) lyrics
[KrispyLife Kidd - Dope Sales feat. Louie Ray lyrics]
KrispyLife, still grindin', yeah, nigga
Where I live, it ain't
No Black people, speedin'
I might hit a honky
Horny, the user look good
I might hit a junkie lost my nigga Gabe
Turnt up that's what did it for me
Niggas tryna get over, got me lookin' funny
Dior sneaks coverin' up my toenails
Bitch say she cut me off, I text back
"Oh well"
Nine bullets hit his hair, make his fro swell
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be makin' dope sales
Gettin' good with bein' sneaky
Mix the Wock' with the Propel
Torture dog, tie him up
Snatch off his toenails
You had me at not listening
That's where my ho failеd
Set up shop at your nearest motеl
Do the dirt by myself, I ain't into co-Ds
Go home and cook, I ain't into Coneys
Call me weird
But don't you see what happen at them Coneys?
Niggas not catchin' bodies
They gettin' booked for stolies
On a good day, off rap, made twenty thousand
Send a groupie her own location
I be actin' childish
Never do my own taxes, I just pay accountants
What you make in two weeks, give my son that
Double his allowance
If I do the crime, I can do the time
I won't tell
Your bitch at my spot makin' dope sales
I can weigh a 'bow up at one time
I got four scales
Youngest nigga boomin' in my hood
Had a Nextel
Uh, fast car driver, tryna shake 12
If I had six zips of soft
I could make twelve
I'm good at this shit when
It comes to the hustle (I am)
Gotta get the structure right
Pick brains and the muscle
Ayy, they fuck with me
Know I came from the struggle
They be extra sometimes
Know my name finna bubble I can't do it
She might post me on her page if we cuddle
They ain't give a fuck about me
Threw my name in a puddle
Don't play with me, bitch
I can make a flyer with your pussy on it
Never switched up, bitch
My PLR got a fully on it
Her body naked in the crib
I put a hoodie on it
I'll pull up to your street with my security
Be a bully on it
Where I live, it ain't
No Black people, speedin'
I might hit a honky
Horny, the user look good
I might hit a junkie lost my nigga Gabe
Turnt up that's what did it for me
Niggas tryna get over, got me lookin' funny
Dior sneaks coverin' up my toenails
Bitch say she cut me off, I text back
"Oh well"
Nine bullets hit his hair, make his fro swell
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be makin' dope sales
Gettin' good with bein' sneaky
Mix the Wock' with the Propel
Torture dog, tie him up
Snatch off his toenails
You had me at not listening
That's where my ho failеd
Set up shop at your nearest motеl
Do the dirt by myself, I ain't into co-Ds
Go home and cook, I ain't into Coneys
Call me weird
But don't you see what happen at them Coneys?
Niggas not catchin' bodies
They gettin' booked for stolies
On a good day, off rap, made twenty thousand
Send a groupie her own location
I be actin' childish
Never do my own taxes, I just pay accountants
What you make in two weeks, give my son that
Double his allowance
If I do the crime, I can do the time
I won't tell
Your bitch at my spot makin' dope sales
I can weigh a 'bow up at one time
I got four scales
Youngest nigga boomin' in my hood
Had a Nextel
Uh, fast car driver, tryna shake 12
If I had six zips of soft
I could make twelve
I'm good at this shit when
It comes to the hustle (I am)
Gotta get the structure right
Pick brains and the muscle
Ayy, they fuck with me
Know I came from the struggle
They be extra sometimes
Know my name finna bubble I can't do it
She might post me on her page if we cuddle
They ain't give a fuck about me
Threw my name in a puddle
Don't play with me, bitch
I can make a flyer with your pussy on it
Never switched up, bitch
My PLR got a fully on it
Her body naked in the crib
I put a hoodie on it
I'll pull up to your street with my security
Be a bully on it