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round one - dot demo lyrics

look..

right back
back in this bih
bugging out , uh

runnin down
100 yards
hail mary
black jesus

on mamas
i don’t need no one to vouch , uh

2 deep
me & ninaaa
like martin & gina

white beater
red nose
gated house uh

picket fence
backyard
dig a ditch
6 feet
undefeated n*gga
…
quarters in the couch
huh

several grams
of them fire taliband
dog treats
what need n*gga?

pistol on the counter
organic
built it from the ground up
crossfaded
still ain’t f’d the count up
still get lil riled up
when a f*ck n*gga comes around us
other then that i still cool as round 1
still moving how i want
still the same n*gga
yea , still head hunting
still the one that’ll press that red b*tton
still the same n*gga , yea still!
see . no . opponents
still i wish a n*gga would
god d*mn
still the first 1 to pop off
glock sizzle like pot roast
tried to pop out an got dropped off
venom , yea the high dose
block cl!cking like 96’
i could fry a fish wit my eyes closed
foreign pack , the wide load
street money
big gato
h*llcat purr
free ralo
gotta get it times 4
times up , end of convo
i been h*lla tired
let the time go
uh …

look
done f*cked around
broke the rock down wit a blindfold
beat the pot
hit it with the combo
tripping off the contact
built for combat
till he john doe
uh
yea
inspired by the pablo’s , capo’s , el chapo’s
head hancho’s
top dawgs , in the top class , wit the top gone
iphone , gps hit
get you knocked off
(dropped off) n*gga

graveyard shifts till this pops off n*gga

catalog deeper then a back blocks
n*ggas wanna mad dog
ain’t never took it that for n*gga

eyes bloodshot ike matt barnes
pullin up , mask off
i don’t do the trash talk n*gga

i don’t even like going back & fourth
make a n*gga mash off
you could take the scr*ps home witcha
yeaa

….

still chain smoking like a m*th*f*cka
..
100 on the petro
30 in my lap like a newborn

26 summers
still walkin wit a jansport
lap you n*ggas twice with my boots on

rolling n*ggas dead homies
wit a lil dark leaf
send that sh*t round , n*gga still thuggin

43rd on 10 n*ggas still buggin
..
40 n*ggas outside ready to k!ll something
still catching bodies for the set
huh
_____

still catching bodies for the check
give a n*gga lil rope
watch em tie it round the neck
huh

still the same n*gga yea , still head hunting
still the 1 the og’s call the vet
yeah!

still the first 1 to pop off
still get you knocked off
still that n*gga , in the flesh
yeah!

same energy
same n*gga
nothin changed but the ..
money , power , fame & respect
huh
…
kicked door , made a lil lane for the lil homies
..
barely made it out the game
visions still haunt me ..
..
camping out , been in the crib got it still on me

no lackin now .. this sh*t get real
couple bills on it …

few hunnit thou..
living wild
nothing hit you like truth my n*gga

sp*ced out
ceiling off the sp*ce coup my n*gga

only n*gga that i owe is jesus my n*gga

- dot demo lyrics

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