Real Talk (Bussin Oota’s) DudeyLo (Ft. Roscoe G)

[Intro]
Grah, bitch
Ahhh

[Chorus: Dudeylo]
O-Off percs, tryna bend on the Woks
I go dumb with the mufuckin chop
First nigga move, is the first to get shot
Spin through the Bronx, and I'm lookin' for Flocks
We gon' blitz like Madden
If he say I ain't on that he chattin'
And they know who got put in a packet (Elvis, Elvis)
Shot after shot, split 'em up to a fraction, like

[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
I'ma spin on my dolie
How the fuck is you tough? Gotta show me
Like how I be missin' my homies
Slide on a church, tryna leave that boy holy
Spin through that block with my G and my mask up
Every scene I perform, like, lil nigga I'm mad tough
Hang out the V tryna flick on a revel
Told my momma, I'm sorry she raisin' a devil
Throw a shot, watch him fall of a shell
Creepin' through Polo, I'm lookin' for Kel
Smokin on—, should've seen how he fell
Free all the guys that are sleep in the cell
Took trips, no whips
Under the bridge tryna catch us a hit (Where they at?)
We the Packers that play for the Pistons
Brodie get mad and then he get to clickin'
E with the Dot put the dot on his fitted
Lotti, Leroy, Matt, finished
Frankie, C-Hii, Gady, missing
Can't go to jail, so we flockin' a witness
I went kuu with the nine, call me Rondo
Like I said, bitch I'm smokin on Poncho (Like, what?)
GP, dead, pass me the Fronto
RG on court like he play for Toronto