Best MF Dope
Free bruh up the road
The cremater coming
I was riding through the city
And you know they fucking with me
Cause I got the best motherfucking dope
Every blunt worth like 50 that I motherfucking roll
Aint no bass head I stay rolling loud and blowing smoke
Only need a g I need at least 15 or more
And the K stay under control just like a remote
And pussy boy you know you still a joke
Yeah, we know you don't want the smoke
Empty your guts just like a roach
Make you dig your own grave you know how it goes
That or catch you in the cell and poke you full of holes
Yall aint ready for beef I serve it raw
Turn that bitch backwards you know it's a war
And I beat your head into the wall
Ima stands 10 toes gotta win never lose or draw
Cause the loser die when he lose the draw
So, blame this pimping when you see your bitch all up on my balls
I rock you rock but I rock and roll
And yo bitch just ate my cock like a rocky road
And its still free Bruh up the road i put that on my soul
Dino bless the beat so I gotta kill these flows
Find out who snitched he gone sound like a whistle when the wind blows
Load up the drums fill his ass up with holes
Have his bitch bringing me the bag you know how it goes
Have me shining in diamonds and dripped out in gold
I don't work at footlocker could never sell my soul
It's just two pimps kicking shit I'm talking me and bros
Told me to hop in and kill all these flows
I'm still on the lamb I can't do no shows
All my homies still throwing up fours
Ducking and dodging them folks
I don't need no port
And I don't wipe my nose
Big dog shit yeah you know how it goes
You was a weed in the grass
I was a weed in that concrete jungle that still grows
How I made my money in the pot you say its gross
I made all my money off of that coke
It's what gave me that growth
Come against me and you gon' choke
You gon' choke
You gon' choke
Giving him the Helmich
Oh no no
Can't go in your city no more
Cause all my homies stomping with them fours
Five on my hip and all my homies got them poles
And when we ride, we slide on any block
Whaohhh ohhhhhh ohh
Free Bruh up the road
The Cremater coming
The cremater coming
I was riding through the city
And you know they fucking with me
Cause I got the best motherfucking dope
Every blunt worth like 50 that I motherfucking roll
Aint no bass head I stay rolling loud and blowing smoke
Only need a g I need at least 15 or more
And the K stay under control just like a remote
And pussy boy you know you still a joke
Yeah, we know you don't want the smoke
Empty your guts just like a roach
Make you dig your own grave you know how it goes
That or catch you in the cell and poke you full of holes
Yall aint ready for beef I serve it raw
Turn that bitch backwards you know it's a war
And I beat your head into the wall
Ima stands 10 toes gotta win never lose or draw
Cause the loser die when he lose the draw
So, blame this pimping when you see your bitch all up on my balls
I rock you rock but I rock and roll
And yo bitch just ate my cock like a rocky road
And its still free Bruh up the road i put that on my soul
Dino bless the beat so I gotta kill these flows
Find out who snitched he gone sound like a whistle when the wind blows
Load up the drums fill his ass up with holes
Have his bitch bringing me the bag you know how it goes
Have me shining in diamonds and dripped out in gold
I don't work at footlocker could never sell my soul
It's just two pimps kicking shit I'm talking me and bros
Told me to hop in and kill all these flows
I'm still on the lamb I can't do no shows
All my homies still throwing up fours
Ducking and dodging them folks
I don't need no port
And I don't wipe my nose
Big dog shit yeah you know how it goes
You was a weed in the grass
I was a weed in that concrete jungle that still grows
How I made my money in the pot you say its gross
I made all my money off of that coke
It's what gave me that growth
Come against me and you gon' choke
You gon' choke
You gon' choke
Giving him the Helmich
Oh no no
Can't go in your city no more
Cause all my homies stomping with them fours
Five on my hip and all my homies got them poles
And when we ride, we slide on any block
Whaohhh ohhhhhh ohh
Free Bruh up the road
The Cremater coming
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Quackenbush
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