Lil Keed, Lil Gotit - Dead Doc lyrics

(1209, please) yeah
Got Hood Baby with me, yeah
Real Hood Baby, yeah
(30, you a motherfuckin' 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 havin' 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 mattress
Them birds in the attic
Don't fuck with no pigs, no mice
And no rabbit's
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, 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 livin' 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 caddies 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 havin' 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
Trackhawk, 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, you the ones
Trippin', that ho for the gang
Don't let that bitch trick you

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 havin' 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 motherfuckin' fool, nigga