Dope sales
Digit Scales
All of my n*ggas is drug dealers
I can go talk to the plug n*gga
I can just walk in the club n*gga
Bro in this b*tch with his gun with em
I ain't f*cking with no dumb b*tches
I like em grown f*ck em them young b*tches
I just told them h*es to go home I ain't even fun with em
Shorty trynna make some funds with me
She gone have to make a run for me
Take this d*ck and never run from it
Let me throw a couple ones on ya
Yea the trap spot jump don't it
I can f*ck around dunk on ya
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
She do what ever For new designer
We can just link on the weekend
I got a b*tch so we creeping
You can just be my lil secret
Can you wear the Vicky secrets
I'm trynna f*ck don't tease me
Don't talk just please me
Make you never wanna leave me
I'm where the liquor and the weed be
You can't come around if you ain't part the gang
The last woman stole my heart I gave her everything
Now I'm just out here in the wind I started paper chasing
They took my n*gga my slicc too soon I wish I could've saved him
I told promoters f*ck them shows if they ain't talking franklins
Before I go on blow a zone I got the venue stanking
Lost Mikey swear we cried for like a 100 days
Around that time was out my mind I hit a hundred plays
Free dontrell he ain't called me in a couple days
I might not see him for 20 years he caught a murder case
I can do it on my own, I went and made It happen
Ain't sold no records in so long but they say we the rappers
I done performed in front of thousands i still be with trappers
I see who around before the money who go be there after
Shorty straight finesse and I can see in it her
She want some fame that's why only n*ggas like me can hit her
I send my shooter at her man, won't do no beefing with em
I tell my ex girls leave me lone, swear I ain't speaking to em
Trynna cope with all this pain, got my chain smoking
I used to pop the adderall to keep my brain focused
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
She do what ever For new designer
We can just link on the weekend
I got a b*tch so we creeping
You can just be my lil secret
Can you wear the Vicky secrets
I'm trynna f*ck don't tease me
Don't talk just please me
Make you never wanna leave me
I'm where the liquor and the weed be
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
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Dope sales
Digit Scales
All of my n*ggas is drug dealers
I can go talk to the plug n*gga
I can just walk in the club n*gga
Bro in this b*tch with his gun with em
I ain't f*cking with no dumb b*tches
I like em grown f*ck em them young b*tches
I just told them h*es to go home I ain't even fun with em
Shorty trynna make some funds with me
She gone have to make a run for me
Take this d*ck and never run from it
Let me throw a couple ones on ya
Yea the trap spot jump don't it
I can f*ck around dunk on ya
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
She do what ever For new designer
We can just link on the weekend
I got a b*tch so we creeping
You can just be my lil secret
Can you wear the Vicky secrets
I'm trynna f*ck don't tease me
Don't talk just please me
Make you never wanna leave me
I'm where the liquor and the weed be
You can't come around if you ain't part the gang
The last woman stole my heart I gave her everything
Now I'm just out here in the wind I started paper chasing
They took my n*gga my slicc too soon I wish I could've saved him
I told promoters f*ck them shows if they ain't talking franklins
Before I go on blow a zone I got the venue stanking
Lost Mikey swear we cried for like a 100 days
Around that time was out my mind I hit a hundred plays
Free dontrell he ain't called me in a couple days
I might not see him for 20 years he caught a murder case
I can do it on my own, I went and made It happen
Ain't sold no records in so long but they say we the rappers
I done performed in front of thousands i still be with trappers
I see who around before the money who go be there after
Shorty straight finesse and I can see in it her
She want some fame that's why only n*ggas like me can hit her
I send my shooter at her man, won't do no beefing with em
I tell my ex girls leave me lone, swear I ain't speaking to em
Trynna cope with all this pain, got my chain smoking
I used to pop the adderall to keep my brain focused
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
She do what ever For new designer
We can just link on the weekend
I got a b*tch so we creeping
You can just be my lil secret
Can you wear the Vicky secrets
I'm trynna f*ck don't tease me
Don't talk just please me
Make you never wanna leave me
I'm where the liquor and the weed be
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
Digit Scales
All of my n*ggas is drug dealers
I can go talk to the plug n*gga
I can just walk in the club n*gga
Bro in this b*tch with his gun with em
I ain't f*cking with no dumb b*tches
I like em grown f*ck em them young b*tches
I just told them h*es to go home I ain't even fun with em
Shorty trynna make some funds with me
She gone have to make a run for me
Take this d*ck and never run from it
Let me throw a couple ones on ya
Yea the trap spot jump don't it
I can f*ck around dunk on ya
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
She do what ever For new designer
We can just link on the weekend
I got a b*tch so we creeping
You can just be my lil secret
Can you wear the Vicky secrets
I'm trynna f*ck don't tease me
Don't talk just please me
Make you never wanna leave me
I'm where the liquor and the weed be
You can't come around if you ain't part the gang
The last woman stole my heart I gave her everything
Now I'm just out here in the wind I started paper chasing
They took my n*gga my slicc too soon I wish I could've saved him
I told promoters f*ck them shows if they ain't talking franklins
Before I go on blow a zone I got the venue stanking
Lost Mikey swear we cried for like a 100 days
Around that time was out my mind I hit a hundred plays
Free dontrell he ain't called me in a couple days
I might not see him for 20 years he caught a murder case
I can do it on my own, I went and made It happen
Ain't sold no records in so long but they say we the rappers
I done performed in front of thousands i still be with trappers
I see who around before the money who go be there after
Shorty straight finesse and I can see in it her
She want some fame that's why only n*ggas like me can hit her
I send my shooter at her man, won't do no beefing with em
I tell my ex girls leave me lone, swear I ain't speaking to em
Trynna cope with all this pain, got my chain smoking
I used to pop the adderall to keep my brain focused
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
She do what ever For new designer
We can just link on the weekend
I got a b*tch so we creeping
You can just be my lil secret
Can you wear the Vicky secrets
I'm trynna f*ck don't tease me
Don't talk just please me
Make you never wanna leave me
I'm where the liquor and the weed be
Brown skin
Red bottoms
And her bag, Balenciaga
Her nigga buy her, Gucci, Prada
Writer: Marlon Beard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid