Gutta - Dopehouse

(Yea)
(Gutta)
(Lets get into it real quick)
Hand grip tight round the cash its a choke out
Kush on deck its a smoke out
Fiends hit the front then they exit out the back yea you goddamn right its a dopehouse
Keep that tool on deck when you see me
Let that bitch go please believe me
Real nigga shit so I talk what I live when it come down to rap shit is easy
Hand grip tight round the cash its a choke out
Kush on deck its a smoke out
Fiends hit the front then they exit out the back yea you goddamn right its a dopehouse
Keep that tool on deck when you see me
Let that bitch go please believe me
Real nigga shit so I talk what I live when it come down to rap shit is easy
36 inch on the cable it dangle
Shine bright gotta look from a angle
When I pull up on the strip double parking the whip
When them thots start to choose boy it ain't you
Live my life on the edge wit no remorse
Could walk a straight line but I detour
Just got a phone call from the little shop of horrors
Got a brand new strand, Call it Seymour
And this gun don't bust boy it secrete
AR wit the burst call it three peat
When to come to the beef catch me laying in the street
Get my snipe on like I'm from DC
Plus I got a bad bitch watch how I mold her
Classy but she talk kinda vulgar
They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
She say she like everything that I showed her
Went from riding shotgun on the cash route
To high class pickup cash with here back out
Bring it back to the crib and we both count
Then make love on the money til we pass out
Up early in the morning with the grams out
She don't even say a word get the pans out
Say she late for work kiss me and then bounce
Get her own checks she ain't got her hand out
Hand grip tight round the cash its a choke out
Kush on deck its a smoke out
Fiends hit the front then they exit out the back yea you goddamn right its a dopehouse
Keep that tool on deck when you see me
Let that bitch go please believe me
Real nigga shit so I talk what I live when it come down to rap shit is easy
Hand grip tight round the cash its a choke out
Kush on deck its a smoke out
Fiends hit the front then they exit out the back yea you goddamn right its a dopehouse
Keep that tool on deck when you see me
Let that bitch go please believe me
Real nigga shit so I talk what I live when it come down to rap shit is easy
Real nigga graduate summa cum lade
Finest linen only drape off my body
Been popular since I played wit Atari
You niggaz lame been that way and I'm sorry
Sick of your raps and I'm tired of your stories
Grandfather flow man I think I need Maury
Even if you got the thought coming for me
My suggestion better come with a Army
See when it come to the game boy I'm knee deep
I got insomnia so I don't sleep
I told a nigga that I'm mixed with the concrete
He said what that mean
I said it mean that I'm to street
Plus you know the feds tryna hit me wit the rico
Dopehouse serving fiends out the peep hole
Feds kicked in the door going beast mode
Took us all in but we stuck to the g code
Clearly its not at all what you think
Fuck going hard we demolish the paint
They say you are what you eat
But I think it should change cause my nigga we are what you ain't
Nigga I'm raw look at the score
Fuck being liked I'm the one they adore
Love in the streets like when I hit the stage got the people agreeing they always want more
Hand grip tight round the cash its a choke out
Kush on deck its a smoke out
Fiends hit the front then they exit out the back yea you goddamn right its a dopehouse
Keep that tool on deck when you see me
Let that bitch go please believe me
Real nigga shit so I talk what I live when it come down to rap shit is easy
Hand grip tight round the cash its a choke out
Kush on deck its a smoke out
Fiends hit the front then they exit out the back yea you goddamn right its a dopehouse
Keep that tool on deck when you see me
Let that bitch go please believe me
Real nigga shit so I talk what I live when it come down to rap shit is easy
Clearly its not at all what you think
Fuck going hard we demolish the paint
They say you are what you eat
But I think it should change cause my nigga we are what you aint
Nigga I'm raw look at the score
Fuck being liked I'm the one they adore
Love in the streets like when I hit the stage got the people agreeing they always want more (Gutta)

Written by:
Shawn Jones

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