Lil' Dios & Bass Lewis - Hat Trick (feat. 1200 Redd)

Who got the best head in this bitch let's play duck duck goose, I really feel like Tupac cause I got the juice Hit my bitch one time, how you get that bruise
And I do my own stunts, I am not Tom Cruise He think he a superstar, he is not that dude
Unk cookin' like The Rock, you can smell that food
How I put this shit together, I'm like Dr. Seuss

We just drank a whole pint, shit, me and Red
Don't trip cause your bitch want us instead
Bro, hit the fentanyl , he got half a brain
Got the pussy from the bitch and got half her brain

Nigga ain't got no money, he half a stain
Them drugs got me nodding I can't stay awoke
She keep askin' me, can I stay? I told her, bitch, no
Her pussy decent, I ain't gon' lie, but I just want the throat

Don't shake my hand like you my mans, nigga, you not my folks
I can hit him with the beam or hit him with the scope
200 grams of hard, that shit lookin' like a bar of soap
Rockin' all whites, like the Pope, this shit, I'm sellin' only

I'm finna drive to Detroit just to get some coney
Said it myself, I don't fuck with people cause they phony
I love the way she stroke that thing, this bitch got me horny
Get you a bag and stop hatin', nigga, that shit corny

I made the winning shot for the team, bitch, I'm Robert Horry
I dare a nigga scheme, nigga, don't get your ass buried
I be in the hood dolo bitch, I ain't never worried
Mama say, mama, ma cusa the tree

Growin' by the roots, but I'm not kunta , huh
I be steppin' like a fat bitch
Every time I spin a block, it's a hat trick, huh
Mama said, get a job, but the trap life better

We is not about the beef, if it ain't got cheddar
They thought I couldn't, so I threw some ice up in the pendant
Im independent gettin chicken til them M's come
All this shit, nigga, been through that shit, made me numb

Trenches brought the beast out me, I'm a product of the slums
Get this money yourself, nigga, you wanna get you some
This the cold-ass world, ain't nobody gon' give you none
Hustlin' from the sun down to the sun up

Grind hard, no excuses, you wanna come up, bitch
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Christopher Whitmore

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