DEA lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro]
(Alex, run that sh*t back)
(Juvy Catcher 'bout a check)

[Chorus]
All the moves I make is necessary
Ayy, f*ck my opps ’cause they very scary
We stepping on whoever talking, I can get him buried
You know the kid important, I had to get the windows tinted
Eighty K for the veneers so I had to call the dentist
I feel like John Gotti, super tied, see, I'm a mob boss
One thing you know, you live to die
I got my back against the wall, I feel boxed in
My enemies very close, they looking like my friends

[Verse 1]
Ayy, round table, it's a confеrence code
Ayy, co told mе to chill, I ain’t gotta make the call
Slime told me level up, he want me to keep the ball
I keep that glizzy close
The safe is getting real stuffed and plus I'm adding more
I know these b*tches thought that I wouldn't make it, but face it
Couldn't believe a thousand dollars make a bad b*tch get naked, SMH
I can't believe this what it really take
I'm getting full off of this money after I say my grace
I put my b*tch at the top floor
She 'bout to be glad that I like her, but she'll hit the door
I came home and shot passed a lot of n*ggas to the top
You full washed up, matter fact, grab the mop
[Chorus]
All the moves I make is necessary
Ayy, f*ck my opps ’cause they very scary
We stepping on whoever talking, I can get him buried
You know the kid important, I had to get the windows tinted
Eighty K for the veneers so I had to call the dentist
I feel like John Gotti, super tied, see, I’m a mob boss
One thing you know, you live to die
I got my back against the wall, I feel boxed in
My enemies very close, they looking like my friends

[Verse 2]
I heard no face ain't a case, that sh*t ain’t really safe
I got booked for what he said, you can't tell me that sh*t ain't gay
I still held it down, n*gga, and didn't tell a soul
See, I can’t talk about my case 'cause it ain't closed
See, they just waiting on a slip-up
On God, I won't flip up
Jumped out on appeal, slime had to put the chips up
Came home to some red bottoms, b*tch, you tweaking
This Trackhawk got a super charge, b*tch, I'm geeking
By any means necessary, no Malcolm X
Walked to the jet from the 'ject, long live Jett
This money make anything impossible
She playing a good role, this b*tch deserve an Oscar
Where the f*cking pasta?
[Chorus]
All the moves I make is necessary
Ayy, f*ck my opps 'cause they very scary
We stepping on whoever talking, I can get him buried
You know the kid important, I had to get the windows tinted
Eighty K for the veneers so I had to call the dentist
I feel like John Gotti, super tied, see, I'm a mob boss
One thing you know, you live to die
I got my back against the wall, I feel boxed in
My enemies very close, they looking like my friends
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