Dope Peddler (Explicit)

Dope Peddler (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett

Produced by：Jahk/Ayo1204/James/JTA

Dope peddler cocaine specialist

For feelings that I felt for her I need some pain medicine

Time for get-back ain't no lettin' up blood stain evidence

Only G-locks when that metal tucked I got the same preference

Only my brothers from the sandbox that's who I'm steppin' with

With blocks we never click 7.62s out the weapon spit

Forever rich I been ballin' ever since I left the bench

They used to doubt now they can't tell him shit excuse my arrogance

Uh man I hate seein' them hood vlogs of y'all niggas

Cameraman came to they block and now they all killers

How y'all figure I'm some type of bitch? I'll come play ball with you

Tap all triggers if we hop out and blitz and now your dogs miss ya

Monclers all winter nobody perfect 'cause we all sinners

I know my purpose fuck a small picture

Them shorties bloodthirsty lurkin' like they all dinner

Angel of death we flirted I wasn't nervous but I put shit on pause with her

Lil Grouch outside then he most likely clutchin'

Left right them buttons we inhalin' smoke we ain't the type to duck it

Earned stripes with thuggin' this our life we love it

Go get up close and change the score your life a bucket

Quick to kill a nigga like it's nothin'

Dope peddler cocaine specialist

For feelings that I felt for her I need some pain medicine

Time for get-back ain't no lettin' up blood stain evidence

Only G-locks when that metal tucked I got the same preference

Only my brothers from the sandbox that's who I'm steppin' with

With blocks we never click 7.62s out the weapon spit

Forever rich I been ballin' ever since I left the bench

They used to doubt now they can't tell him shit excuse my arrogance

Never talk to a pillow down his dog just to get hoes

Sold her my heart it been closed fuck with the opps then get low

Hollows all in extendos he gon' fold when he feel low

Walk up rob him for his soul they did not get the memo

Before I found myself it used to feel like I was stranded

Money call like music to my ears do my dance quick

My bank account a concert I love to see them bands hit

Make sure I just put God first and play to my advantage

Dope peddler cocaine specialist

For feelings that I felt for her I need some pain medicine

Time for get-back ain't no lettin' up blood stain evidence

Only G-locks when that metal tucked I got the same preference

Only my brothers from the sandbox that's who I'm steppin' with

With blocks we never click 7.62s out the weapon spit

Forever rich I been ballin' ever since I left the bench

They used to doubt now they can't tell him shit excuse my arrogance