[Intro: Dusty Locane]
I got Hitman on the beat
Look
Ayo OP, whats crackin cuz?
Haha, listen
Corey Lingo, whats up man?
[Chorus : Dusty Locane]
**** what the D.A. told me
Keep a stick on my hip, move doley
In the hood talkin shit like you know me
Shu Shu hit em up, yo , OP
Leave em leaking, slowly
Shoot shots, bend blocks, Ginobili
20K up in the duffy, turn that nigga to a duppy
Moët got me feeling bubbly
He talk that smoke , gon touch him
He mad at his baddie, she love me
I give her the ****, she lucky
My Glock be riding in the front seat
He talk that smoke, wont touch me
Turn a nigga to a duppy
Look at his brains, mushy
[Verse 1: OnPointLikeOP]
Know that Im getting money (Breesh), none of these niggas could touch me (Nah )
I did 30K on the roll, nigga, thats fresh off a uppy (Upped it)
Nigga, all my opps some hoes, nigga they broke and musty (Ugh)
Know that they aint getting no money (Nah), told them kick it like rugby (*****)
If I see an opp, whack a opp (Nigga), turn that boy to a duppy
If I move with the treys ( You know), or Im rollin with Dusty
How you wanna do it? Shit could get ugly (*****), yeah, Im stuck in my ways
Telling me ways to get to this shmoney (Nine -O), so I gotta get paid
Traps for days, staying with gang (Hah), still stay on my block
Rollin with gang, diggin through rains (Blaow), still slide on a opp
Thirty-two shots all in my Glock (Dont want no thot)
Thirty-two shots all in my Glock, roll with the opps, know you get shot, *****
[Chorus: Dusty Locane]
**** what the D.A. told me
Keep a stick on my hip, move doley
In the hood talkin shit like you know me
Shu Shu hit em up, yo, OP
Leave em leaking, slowly
Shoot shots, bend blocks, Ginobili
20K up in the duffy, turn that nigga to a duppy
Moët got me feeling bubbly
He talk that smoke, gon touch him
He mad at his baddie, she love me
I give her the ****, she lucky
My Glock be riding in the front seat
He talk that smoke, wont touch me
Turn a nigga to a duppy
Look at his brains, mushy
[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]
If you come walking down to Fifth, huh
Then you better have your grip, look
Thirty in him, then he flip, look
In the trenches how we live
Free Skrap out the cage, its a run down
1090 to the Fifth, we dont play round
M4 lift em up, he gon lay down
And we all from the Floss, thats the playground
Send that nigga to his maker
Drip sauce, flavor
Walk down with a laser
Sailing kites, get your cake up
But now we back to this gang shit
6-Os and Im sanctioned
Stuff a nigga in the pavement
And Im missing arraignment
I cant tolerate no bullshit
Shu Shu be the movement
And all my niggas keep a full clip
Seen the opps, they aint do shit
(They scared, shit, haha, them niggas wasnt on no gang shit)
I seen the opps, they aint do shit (Look)
[Chorus : Dusty Locane]
**** whatthe D.A. told me
Keep a stick on my hip, move doley
In the hood talkin shit like you know me
Shu Shu hit em up, yo, OP
Leave em leaking, slowly
Shoot shots, bend blocks, Ginobili
20K up in the duffy, turn that nigga to a duppy
Moët got me feeling bubbly
He talk that smoke, gon touch him
He mad at his baddie , she love me
I give her the ****, she lucky
My Glock be riding in the front seat
He talk that smoke, wont touch me
Turn a nigga to a duppy
Look at his brains, mushy
MOVE DOLEY