YSB OG - Dope Runna, Pt. 2 lyrics

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 nigga go
Blowin' shit, I had to let a nigga know
Stomp a nigga 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?

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 nigga, what you is?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Lil nigga, what you do?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner, dope runner, whoa

Nigga, 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
Nigga what the fuck you want
I got that dope pack
Nigga what the fuck you want
I got that loud pack
I'm smoking on that thraxx
Nigga and I'm in the cut
Nigga, got the toolie on me
Better not get buck
Nigga, I'm in the fucking club
Nigga 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
I need a bitch that ain't
Lurkin on the internet
I need a motherfucking pound of some bricks
Nigga 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 nigga trapping in the
Fucking dope runnas young nigga and I got
Them fucking dope runnas
And they got them torches nigga
And they'll blow something lil bitch

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 nigga, what you is?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner
Lil nigga, what you do?
I'm a dope runner, dope runner
Dope runner, dope runner, dope runner, whoa