Lyrics Dope Deelahs - Rucci , UvierMyGod

Hey
Gucci down in g fazos
Young nigga by the bank roll
I got lean by the case loads
I love a bop bitch I ain't into being faithful
Who want smoke this a smoke out
You got a gun I got a gun this is showdown
Let me show you how it go down
Aye used to be the man but you broke now
You're a bum
I don't get it
I ain't with it
Bout my business aye
I got bitches aye
You keep talking like you tough but you ain't did it aye
Ion get it aye
Who's your witness aye
You need to stop that
They know I got racks
This a GLE coupe you can't top that
They ain't got that
Aye where my Glock at
Aye where my lean at
Where my soda pop at

Im a dope dealing
Drug dealing
Mother fucker
Only looking out for police and them under covers
If you ain't know bout that
You ain't from La
Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay
Im a dope dealing
Drug dealing
Mother fucker
Only looking out for police and them under covers
If you ain't know bout that
You ain't from La
Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay

Posted with my brother Uvie
Know he with the shits
Bitches acting bougie
Hoe you know you got no strips
Life be like a movie feel like frosty in this bitch
That boy hella goofy he with cops he been a snitch
Bitches hate the new me cause I bossed up I ain't switch
Bitch
Aye to keep it hunnid
Rock with blood related my family ain't none above it
Mama say she hate the way I live
Told her I love it
Get his lo got something to give we finna jug it
Gang
Aye
Like nigga fuck it
Phones are getting tapped
Only in person we discuss it
Pump faking will get you smacked
You know my brother actually up it
Already know
I'll never fold
It's getting old
How you hoe
When you see me be on go
Designer flow
Like I'm Avie it's not ratchet it's a no

Im a dope dealing
Drug dealing
Mother fucker
Only looking out for police and them under covers
If you ain't know bout that
You ain't from La
Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay
Im a dope dealing
Drug dealing
Mother fucker
Only looking out for police and them under covers
If you ain't know bout that
You ain't from La
Letter on my hat let you know I bang where I stay

If you ain't fucking with me nigga put a price up on my head
Cause I'm gone keep banging my shit till the day that I'm dead
And you ain't really in the field you in the dug out
Little ass nigga you need to sit down
When the guns pop out you too scared to come around
You ain't trapping worth shit
You in your moms house
Talking all that shit gone get yo moms blown down
I really be in the field with the homies
Thuggin
Bitch need to chill on my phone always
Buggin
Yo this goes out to all you basic ass
Dirty ass
Share the same baby dad
Looking ass bitches
Ol lemme hold a half a gram
Ass bitches
Ol side bitch in public
Still tryna hold my hand in public
Ass bitches
Aye we letting everybody know
We doing this shot for the ratchets
If it ain't ratchet I can't have it
At least half a g bitch
I swear man