Lyrics Dutches - Og Grip

Pack of the haze and box of dutches
Pack of the haze and a box of dutches
Pack of the haze and box of dutches
Pack of the haze and a box of dutches

I channel Dodi phy
Forever I ride
He on the side
killing off demons that try
To stop a smoother ride
I see things
These voices in my head
Lead me to do things
These streets
Bring apart of me out
That do ill things (uh)
Living my thief's theme
This blade in my mouth
I'm on my creep thing
For weeks
I just been plotting this out
Soon as I hit I'm out
Another city
Find a pretty to douce
In other words
I'll be digging her out
Now her house is my house
Now I can chill
And plan my next moves
Crime pays
At least
That's the route I choose
Searching for different spots
To carry out my next murder Lurking outside of windows
Like a cat burglar
Spotted my victims
On the corner stunting
They didn't know what's coming
Wiping the candy paint
He mumbled something
That's when I seen
A lil shorty coming
Huffing and puffin
Holding a bag
He dropped it opened
He had a.

Pound of the haze
And box of dutches
(It was a)
Pound of the haze
And a box of dutches
(It was a)
Pound of the haze
And a box of dutches
(It was a)
Pound of the haze
And a box of dutches

Our eyes met up I played like ain't see shit
Shorty picked it up and closed it And then handed dread the package
Not for that small shit
I thought in my head
I'll scope'em out some more
At least I know the product is there
Hit the corner like yeah
Hit the alley
Imma meet shorty there
Run his pockets
Make him take me to where
He's coming from
Showed him the gun
He ain't flinch or run
Instead gave me a look
Like he was prepared for what's come
I gave something to think about Knocked four of his teeth out Index finger over my mouth
He move and imma let him out
If he wanna test me
I show him what this life about Pardon this death about
Grabbed him point the crib out
Drug him behind a dumpster Used a blade and cut his soul out Then slowly preceded towards the house
Only thoughts was going in
And coming out
With double the content in the bag
Shorty had
When he was running with the

Pound of the haze
And box of dutches
(It was a)
Pound of the haze
And a box of dutches
(It was a)
Pound of the haze
And a box of dutches
(It was a)
Pound of the haze
And a box of dutches

Soon as I entered shots rang out Got touched by a few
Flesh wounds
But how were they prepared for the move
I let off a few blindly
Somebody dropped though
Lady yelling and screaming Somebody running out the side door
About to give chase
Until I seen it
Dinning room table
Big bag of cash
Look like a key
Pounds under the table
Gone with the wind Grab everything and ride
Set the house on fire
Destroy my Dna in side
The nigga that ran
We caught eyes
Wasn't the 1st time though
Same Dred I locked eyes
When he was wiping off the vehicle
Now where'd he go?
Not in the alley
Really no where to hide
I gotta go police are coming
Plus I got this pie
Made it to my pieces spot
Leg burning from a couple shots
Her back turned she not talking I'm thinking that she hot
I Touched her
She felt cold
Her life drifted through my clutches
Over a pack & some dutches