Текст песни Dopedale Anthem, Pt. 1 - OG Yacky

I send that pack off in an envelope
Bitch you couldnt see me with a telescope
Whatchu doin lil bro think he selling dope
Cryin his ass back home read ya horoscope
Now they all listen up when I talk my shit
Little hoe she a dog imma walk a bitch
I be fleeing the scene im white chalkin it
If she acting up then im just jack beanstalkin it

She spreading her legs I'm like no
Close em' back up hoe I only want throat
Gimme that neck til I call you the G.O.A.T
Used to gimme that neck lips covered in dope
Not no pornstar bitch find her on the remote

Blocking that bitch no she can't have my celly
Make me a sandwich peanut butter and jelly
Then maybe we'll chill and watch you on the telly

We'll throw some confetti cause she brought her sister
And just to think that I met her off tinder
They running man to man 3rd down they blitzing
I hit one with a spin move I'm outta there bitches

Orion came with the heat, chopped it
Then I hopped on the beat, rocked it
If you think I'm not stepping bout one of my lyrics then we hanging you like a stocking

Alleyway, straight down the road
I promise you dont wanna look there
Now I'm whippin' on his ass when I put my foot there
Man and so far 2020 been a good year
So dont fuck it up
Put the seatbelt in strap time to buckle up
When you walk in the room no I dont have fun
Attitude of a child go play with ya Elefun

And when I step up in the room, like IT, off the shits, it's a horror show
They plottin on me they constructing blueprints can you tell me, is you a friend or foe

On the court imma shoot like Stojakovic
I can do this all day like Gregg Poppovich
And I heard that your girl is a virgin might have to insert it hell yeah it'll pop a bitch
What
Cherry
And now she drippin' red like a Shirley Temple

No I didn't slip nothing she don't remember she was sniffing that glue bottle of the Elmer's
In need of rocket fuel, call NASA
This the shit get you sick, cause asthma
Got me trippin' I'm thinkin' I'm walkin' the middle of the highway Suffolk to Nassau

Now I got the room froze like Alaska
Think they gonna hear this in Nebraska
Better turn up your speakers cause this one a classic
Go on go get ya glasses

Coming soon to DVD
Orion passed like CP3
And I had to blow like TNT

I send that pack off in an envelope
Bitch you couldnt see me with a telescope
Whatchu doin lil bro think he selling dope
Cryin his ass back home read ya horoscope
Now they all listen up when I talk my shit
Little hoe she a dog imma walk a bitch
I be fleeing the scene im white chalkin it
If she acting up then im just jack beanstalkin it
She spreading her legs I'm like no