Bitches, Dope, and Dollars

Do you wanna ride? I can’t hear ya? I said do you wanna ride? When I take that final sleep I pray my maker carry me Take my fame and pull it free Bitch nigga to bury me Was a bigger man But they make me out of cavity Product of my hood I'mma naturally do it for them When I take that final sleep I pray my maker carry me Take my fame and pull it free Bitch nigga to bury me Was a bigger man But they make me out of cavity Product of my hood I'mma naturally do it for them Bitches, dope and dollaz Rag top dropping bottles Strap on the lap we mobbin’ Anything move we robbin Try me I be ready for the doorway Third degree Some how doa silence me Cadillac inside burgundy Swerving to the beats like surgery Everytime I hear the streets My ears be listening while the talking Scheming, plotting, scoping Wonder what I roll in, who I roll with When I’m riding out Fully having niggas start hiding out Till the block hit Too hot to cool off But in my mind I’m a young grinding soldier Frontlining in my motherfucking shoes off My birthplace’s the worst place In Texas my first case I’m paranoid and I’m fully [?] And I’m saying thanks to my hittas say Hurry up nigga no time to waste Ski mask on my face Call them hoes hanging at barrio And tell em let’s go get this cake All my life I ain’t had shit Man, full of bad shit Once upon a time I was a child Now I’m a savage Society live and sue a nigga state with the 2-2-3 Do it for the block Do it for the hood Do it for the city I do it so fucking G, nigga When I take that final sleep I pray my maker carry me Take my fame and pull it free Bitch nigga to bury me Was a bigger man But they make me out of cavity Product of my hood I'mma naturally do it for them Bitches, dope and dollaz East Side G.I Ain’t got a damn thing to do but get high And I keep that famous steel on my lap I gotta ride for the kill Gotta get by Gotta roll for dope Gotta maintain Get to the West Coast nigga same thing Nigga gotta be down Ride or die Bout it bout it man I do it for the Dollars and dope Bitches, Benzes and Bimmers Dese 90 containers of cocaine Sipping [?] by the liters That nigga who you believe in We black and underachieving Told momma I need some money She said I’m in need of Jesus Know what These streets so dough up Got a pump in the trunk with a roll up Gotta dough but I gotta get more up Hold some nigga down for a hold up What’s up What’s up with the ski mask Motherfucker don’t shit where you sleep at Get the dope and the money but you keep that For the one nigga you don’t wanna see that These niggas got me so trigga happy And I’m so caught up in this game And i can’t do shit about it And these niggas betta know before I go Imma get what I get up out it Fuck nigga I dunno what you bout But bitch I been about it I’m bout them bitches, dope and dollaz When I take that final sleep I pray my maker carry me Take my fame and pull it free Bitch nigga to bury me Was a bigger man But they make me out of cavity Product of my hood I'mma naturally do it for them When I take that final sleep I pray my maker carry me Take my fame and pull it free Bitch nigga to bury me Was a bigger man But they make me out of cavity Product of my hood I'mma naturally do it for them Bitches, dope and dollaz