Duppy Talk

Yea
Know its spooky wen the duppies come
Hold on
Yea
Yea
Yea yea

Smokin' this dope to get high high
Dubbin' ya bitch she a baba
She gave me the social and I.D
I walk out the bank like haha
If she got only fans get the mata
Washington's make her dance no bachata
If i sit in the passenger
I got the chop I'm bending ya block in a drive by
Yea this nina be bustin' my favorite thot
Had to put in that work and ain't punch a clock
We was trappin' in alleys fiends spin the block
Poppin' perks movin' slow sippin' on the wock
Gave me a 4-5 took over the block
Standin' on corners I'm keepin' it cocked
I'm from outta any nigga get dropped
I'm looking at all of these niggaz as opps
I'm flashin' the work when i see the cops
They all on the gram givin' the drops
I gotta make sure I carry them chops
I'm fuckin' they hoes and these condoms be props
I been in the field gotta gives me my props
I been intermingling with the killers
Got my bands up now I'm a dealer
Carry the silver like I'm a gorilla
They hearing me spit and say nobody iller
Could look in my eyes and see ima killer
I put my dick in her so I could fill her
My dick in her mouth I just gave her a filler
I'm smoking this dope in the back of a villa
She coolin' me off cause she know that im chiller
She beggin' me ask for a dose a vanilla
I get the zelle and you know that I bill her



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Writer(s): Khalli Perkins
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