Letra de Popeyes - Doodie Lo

(Feat. Deeski, Icewear Vezzo)

(TooDope)

(FOREVEROLLING)

Yeah, bring that money to the booth with me, now come and shop

Remember sleepin' on the floor, now I can help my homies out

I get my lean from my doc, huh, I was coughin'

And I keep my gun on me, boy, you better be cautious

I'ma buy the killers hot cars, them guns go, "Grratah"

I'll never fight about no pussy, nigga, not I

Why you playin' with your life? Ain't no nine lives

I be still chasin' that chicken, I eat Popeyes

I'm too official, bail out, get 'em, sight your barber with the ghillie (Huh?)

I done masked up with gorillas, hundred shots up in them sprinters

If he died, that's what he get (Huh?), hundred shots dumped in his whip (Let's get it)

I take pride in doin' hits, go and slide and do a blitz

Your homie died 'cause we ain't miss, tell the judge to suck a dick (Gang)

All my answers when we question, free the guys, ain't no discussion

All my strength, that came from hustlin' (Muscle), hundred bricks up in the duffle

Don't do the math, you don't get the numbers, my shorties slime, they'll get you under (They slime)

That trooper tried, we gon' do him dirty, high-speed off a Perc' 30 (Skrrt)

Them niggas dyin', that's for certain (Baow), spin the block if you think we worried (Let's get it)

Hundred shots up in the double, we spin the 'Raq, want no discussion

We run the 'Raq, that's no discussion, we run the 'Raq, that's no discussion

Yeah, bring that money to the booth with me, now come and shop

Remember sleepin' on the floor, now I can help my homies out

I get my lean from my doc, huh, I was coughin'

And I keep my gun on me, boy, you better be cautious

I'ma buy the killers hot cars, them guns go, "Grratah"

I'll never fight about no pussy, nigga, not I

Why you playin' with your life? Ain't no nine lives (Phew)

I be still chasin' that chicken, I eat Popeyes

Keep a gun on me, don't fuck with dude, his ass don't run with me (His ass a goofy)

It be too much tellin' in this shit, them niggas love police

Fuck with tweak, chopper hold a Jeezy, yeah, that's 103 (A hundred)

Dog'll take a two, a brick of fetty, I got cut on me (I got cut on me)

Big check, fuck the chit-chat, I'll get your clique whacked (Fah, fah)

Anywhere you see them sticks at, you know that's Big Threat

Trappin' on the 6, we turned the projects to a kick back

Before we had a funeral for the guys, we get our lick back

Had to spend like thirty racks on bro appeal 'cause niggas rats

Eight to ten for all the pints and send the pills right to the Lex, huh

Thousand 'bows from Cali, got 'em sealed, I'm tryna catch

We ain't signin' niggas 'less they got a kill or really step, nigga

Yeah, bring that money to the booth with me, now come and shop

Remember sleepin' on the floor, now I can help my homies out

I get my lean from my doc, huh, I was coughin'

And I keep my gun on me, boy, you better be cautious

I'ma buy the killers hot cars, them guns go, "Grratah"

I'll never fight about no pussy, nigga, not I

Why you playin' with your life? Ain't no nine lives

I be still chasin' that chicken, I eat Popeyes

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