Dead Doc lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro: Lil Keed & Lil Yachty]
(1209, please)
Yeah
Got Hood Baby with me, yeah
Real Hood Baby, yeah
(30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, n*gga)
Woo, hey, hey

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these n*ggas tryna come and take somethin'
Been knew the pus*y n*gga was my opponent
But I ain't tryna comment on it
And these n*ggas dead doc'
And they havin' bad rhythm
And these n*ggas sore losers
I don't want a trophy with 'em
I'll never understand y'all rappers
All y'all do is copy n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas real hoes
I don't want no bodies with you
[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Them bricks in the mattress, them birds in the attic
Don't f*ck with no pigs, no mice, and no rabbits
I f*cked my old lady, got time for no capping
And most of you rappers, y'all f*ck on the baddies
My top isn't red, drink pink in the bed, all of my shooters, they action, no Jake's
My ho, she cheatin' on me, but I can care less 'cause I'm cheatin' all out in Cali'
My ho out in Cali', her hair match the palettes
I'm chillin' with her friends, I'm livin' real Slatty
These n*ggas big jokes, he say you want smoke
We treat it like pinstripes, we go laser-taggin'
I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed
It filled with some loads, get trapped by some caddies
No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls-Royce spider
We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I'm sayin' is

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these n*ggas tryna come and take somethin'
Been knew the pus*y n*gga was my opponent
But I ain't tryna comment on it
And these n*ggas dead doc'
And they havin' bad rhythm
And these n*ggas sore losers
I don't want a trophy with 'em
I'll never understand y'all rappers
All y'all do is copy n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas real hoes
I don't want no bodies with you
[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
Too slimy, we play with your mental
Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner
They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender
Slept on the jet, me and turnin' that Bentley
Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin'
With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be deadly
Equipped with them blickys, young trap boys, we ready
Equipped with this money and came with the dead
Off a Perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated
Straight out the hood, they killin' and beggin'
Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it
Trackhawk, no HEMI, I really be gettin' it
Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist
I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty
We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy
That b*tch ain't expensive, you the ones trippin', that ho for the gang, don't let that b*tch trick you

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these n*ggas tryna come and take somethin'
Been knew the pus*y n*gga was my opponent
But I ain't tryna comment on it
And these n*ggas dead doc'
And they havin' bad rhythm
And these n*ggas sore losers
I don't want a trophy with 'em
I'll never understand y'all rappers
All y'all do is copy n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas real hoes
I don't want no bodies with you
[Outro]
1209, please
30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, n*gga
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