[Intro]
He was the druglord of East Oakland who made twenty to thirty thousands dollars a day selling narcotics in a slum. "He cool, he real cool. I like the way he died you know, he died in style."
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
When you from where I'm from you look up to Craig Petties
Trappin' out a four door, Bordervilles and Box Chevies
I might score a hundred just to turn into a Bentley
If that traphouse boomin' you can probably catch me in it, ayy
You ain't got the money and you wanna get fronted
Okay leave your mama address and her phone number
Shut the spot down, switch it up, we been doin' numbers
Cussed my bitch out then lost fifty pounds, that's bad karma
Smoked a blunt off lemon tree and ate some fish and grits
Gave her a quarter mil and she jumped on the plane at six
Everything went smooth, I treat myself and up my wrist
All I think is hustling even when I take a piss
Couple hundred thousand in a shoebox
And I got a couple choppers in my toolbox
Dope boy, all white, party on the yacht (it's Dolph)
Man this shit too good to be true, I need to stop, ayy
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Pack touched down, I just took off, uh
You [?] shawty, I just call the boss
Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block
Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop
Pack touched down, I just took off, uh
You [?] shawty, I just call the boss
Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block
Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop
He was the druglord of East Oakland who made twenty to thirty thousands dollars a day selling narcotics in a slum. "He cool, he real cool. I like the way he died you know, he died in style."
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
When you from where I'm from you look up to Craig Petties
Trappin' out a four door, Bordervilles and Box Chevies
I might score a hundred just to turn into a Bentley
If that traphouse boomin' you can probably catch me in it, ayy
You ain't got the money and you wanna get fronted
Okay leave your mama address and her phone number
Shut the spot down, switch it up, we been doin' numbers
Cussed my bitch out then lost fifty pounds, that's bad karma
Smoked a blunt off lemon tree and ate some fish and grits
Gave her a quarter mil and she jumped on the plane at six
Everything went smooth, I treat myself and up my wrist
All I think is hustling even when I take a piss
Couple hundred thousand in a shoebox
And I got a couple choppers in my toolbox
Dope boy, all white, party on the yacht (it's Dolph)
Man this shit too good to be true, I need to stop, ayy
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Pack touched down, I just took off, uh
You [?] shawty, I just call the boss
Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block
Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop
Pack touched down, I just took off, uh
You [?] shawty, I just call the boss
Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block
Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop
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