DopeBoys Vs Scammers
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got Eighty of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key
Now we tippin that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
Better stop rapping what you doing, get you're dumb ass indicted
When I was bummy and broke, they still ain't take none from me
Me and my nighas really havin it, Bet not do no assumptions
You said your brother got some chicken, go get a brick from him
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key
Now we tipping that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
He said he want Thirty Two for that p, come by you're self
Ain't bringing your dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks
Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes
Remember eating oodolos and noodles, now get you're pimp up
Why you crying for that ho?, bitch get you're cake up
Momma crying cause his youngin really got that drac tucked
And any nigga know if they coming come get you're face mushed
Momma know he pimping and posted tryna get his pape up
When it come to this rapping shit, theses niggas do not compete
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it, I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
Hmmm, get on your knees
Up on the west tippin this bitch, I gotta hit the cuts
Momma raised demon she ain't raise no hoe
You ain't really living what you rapping just stop it little foe
Chilling cooling with my nigga zu talking about all the dough
Rolled some cookie in this wood, this some za za's
Bitch I'm popping out the coupe Ion needa do a drive bys
By the way i started bussing they was running like it's 5 guys
Choppa get to ringing and clapping just like a high five
You see them ballon up in the sky, say you're good byes
If you ever diss on my baby zae, hit you in you're face
Got you preeching like you a pastor, you better say you're grace
You won't see it coming bitch we lurking, we don't leave no trace
How you tf is you a plug? you got jugged in you're place
Come get you're shit back, bitch I'll be right here
The way i got them attachments for them lasers they call me darkvader
Spray that niggas car with some bullets, you gotta call tow mater
Niggas always buffing onna net, bitch drop you're lo
Nigga saying he can fuck my bitch, which one little bro?
Which one little bro?, Nigga saying he can fuck my bitch which one little bro
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key
Now we tipping that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
He said he want Thirty Two for that p, come by you're self
Ain't bringing you're dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks
Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes
Remember eating oodolos and noodles, now get you're pimp up
Why you crying for that ho? bitch get you're cake up
Momma crying cause his youngin really got that drac tucked
And any nigga know if they coming, come get you're face mushed
Momma know he pimping and posted tryna get his pape up
When it come to this rapping shit theses niggas do not compete
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
Hmmm, get on your knees
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
HAHA SOSA
We got Eighty of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key
Now we tippin that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
Better stop rapping what you doing, get you're dumb ass indicted
When I was bummy and broke, they still ain't take none from me
Me and my nighas really havin it, Bet not do no assumptions
You said your brother got some chicken, go get a brick from him
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key
Now we tipping that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
He said he want Thirty Two for that p, come by you're self
Ain't bringing your dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks
Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes
Remember eating oodolos and noodles, now get you're pimp up
Why you crying for that ho?, bitch get you're cake up
Momma crying cause his youngin really got that drac tucked
And any nigga know if they coming come get you're face mushed
Momma know he pimping and posted tryna get his pape up
When it come to this rapping shit, theses niggas do not compete
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it, I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
Hmmm, get on your knees
Up on the west tippin this bitch, I gotta hit the cuts
Momma raised demon she ain't raise no hoe
You ain't really living what you rapping just stop it little foe
Chilling cooling with my nigga zu talking about all the dough
Rolled some cookie in this wood, this some za za's
Bitch I'm popping out the coupe Ion needa do a drive bys
By the way i started bussing they was running like it's 5 guys
Choppa get to ringing and clapping just like a high five
You see them ballon up in the sky, say you're good byes
If you ever diss on my baby zae, hit you in you're face
Got you preeching like you a pastor, you better say you're grace
You won't see it coming bitch we lurking, we don't leave no trace
How you tf is you a plug? you got jugged in you're place
Come get you're shit back, bitch I'll be right here
The way i got them attachments for them lasers they call me darkvader
Spray that niggas car with some bullets, you gotta call tow mater
Niggas always buffing onna net, bitch drop you're lo
Nigga saying he can fuck my bitch, which one little bro?
Which one little bro?, Nigga saying he can fuck my bitch which one little bro
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key
Now we tipping that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
He said he want Thirty Two for that p, come by you're self
Ain't bringing you're dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks
Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes
Remember eating oodolos and noodles, now get you're pimp up
Why you crying for that ho? bitch get you're cake up
Momma crying cause his youngin really got that drac tucked
And any nigga know if they coming, come get you're face mushed
Momma know he pimping and posted tryna get his pape up
When it come to this rapping shit theses niggas do not compete
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
Hmmm, get on your knees
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
HAHA SOSA
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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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