Dope Fiend Rental

Dope fiend rental a tent
Dope fiend rental in it, I ain't friendly
Only grinning when the Dope fiend rental spinning
Fell asleep in the trap
And let the Dope fiend rental get me
Dope dick, she be fiending, she a Dope fiend, really
Dope fiend rental a tent
Dope fiend rental in it, I ain't friendly
Only grinning when the Dope fiend rental spinning
Fell asleep in the trap
And let the Dope fiend rental get me
Dope dick, she be fiending, she a Dope fiend, really

Now days
We celebrate more death days than holidays
One of the most important things
Inside the dope game is the microwave
What's a dope boy without the dope man
And a dope man without the dope stain?
Dope fiend getting credit going ghost before the first came
Bro told him drill
Bro told him steal
Bro told him pop a fake pill, that ain't real
K.O. beat them folks to trial
Turned around and got killed
Still drop by banging, he been gone for ten years
I hit a lick and bought a zone
I dropped it and got it on
Who gave this dope fiend the number to my phone
I was stanging off the turf
I killed plugs on the work
On them back streets, the Glock under my shirt
And I ain't trying to hear shit
I stang any nigga lick
Speak up on them bars, better not say shit
Now fuck twelve
I ain't finsta to stop
Mash gas hit the block
Them hoes gots to chase me until I throw that pistol out
Glass set of lungs
Northside acres home
H town to the bone, you can hear it in my songs
Thick bitch wanna swallow my semen
The bitch a demon
Big Tony Street nigga
Stay defining the meaning nigga for real

Dope fiend rental a tent
Dope fiend in it, I ain't friendly
Only grinning when the Dope fiend spinning
Fell asleep in the trap
And let the Dope fiend get me
Dope dick, she be fiending, she a Dope fiend, really
Dope fiend rental a tent
Dope fiend in it, I ain't friendly
Only grinning when the Dope fiend rental spinning
Fell asleep in the trap
And let the Dope fiend get me
Dope dick, she be fiending, she a Dope fiend, really

I'm just looking at it, peeping this scene
Like I'm a scope, think I'm Master P
I'm in they section with good ol' Doe
Any given day, I just might get him
Hit him with soap
Boss in the kitchen, he gon' work his wrists until it's broke
Ain't no hope, I'm just trying to get this pack off
Money got me addicted
Ain't no time for trying to back off
Showtime, I get them clapped off
Spinning, take niggas' hats off
Walk these squares, no cash off
Everything, ain't no tax off
Pay me, nigga
Five bricks, find a ride to rent
It's a G-thang
In the jail they call you by your neighborhood or your street name?
You pull up in the neighborhood right now
You probably see Wayne
And most my niggas got a window punch on they key chain
Neighbors call the laws, keep complaining about the traffic
And shout out to my baby mama, let me flip her taxes
First song I ever drop was
Cal Waye Mine without the plastic 50 up
Slippin' on that air mattress
And they say you ain't a dope boy
Until you fuck a dope fiend
Can rock a rock a 14
And eyeball the whole thing
I spit lines on that raw, it make your nose bleed
I'm still petting that dog while I'm
Nodding off that codeine

Two or three phones ringing
Four or five babies, he's selling six different drugs
Despite his seven pride cases
Eight bond hearings, bond company
Buying a hundred races
Nigga chased me away from nine to ten places
Go behind eleven payments
Time to get the scale
Sick and tired of going to jail
Nigga ain't trying to get to twelve
Flow dope, so you still getting dope when I spit this twelve
This dope with intent to sell
Street sales pure as hell, yo
Dope clean nigga, he a killer
You can't treat him like no dope fiend
Nigga, you see dope fiends with him
Double back in that dope fiend
Run up for that smoke, make a dope fiend
Hit him, that's a dope fiend mission

Thirty-two strikes, that's a shack attack
Selling sherm right my way
I make them walk on water
My arm deep off in that strike
They call me Vince Carter
Walking down sacks like I'm Aaron Donald
I'm in the projects trapping
Stacking up a dollar, baby
Keep the money in the hood
Spending with the candy lady
My phone been ringing, dope pumping non-stop lately
In the field with renegades
Where a crime pay me

I seen my first stack at twelve off the rocks and corner sales
And I remember my first lick
And the first time that I made bail
And I remember calling home to mama
When I was locked in jail
She broke the news about Mark Bree
Fiend shot him in the head
Over a dope fiend rental
And some dope fiend business
I bought a nine to cook some ice
I was in the dope fiend kitchen
The dope jumping off the hinges
And then my phone started ringing
And I got Beezy on the line
And he said he needed some more business
Pull up

Dope fiend rental a tented
Dope fiend in it, I ain't friendly
Only grinning when the Dope fiend spinning
Fell asleep in the trap
And let the Dope fiend get me
Dope dick, she be fiending, she a Dope fiend, really
Dope fiend rental a tented
Dope fiend in it, I ain't friendly
Only grinning when the Dope fiend spinning
Fell asleep in the trap
And let the Dope fiend get me
Dope dick, she be fiending, she a Dope fiend, really



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Saenz, Cal Wayne Killa, Frazier Othel Thompson Iii, Jackboy Dee, Jermaine Devon Smith, Kedric Jones, Ramish Damone Johnson
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