Download Lagu Duffle - Millyz, Dotta The Dealer MP3

90 something milligrams this Addie got me geeked up Finally off probation I was tired of the pee cup Benny did the bracelet so I gotta roll my sleeves up They love you when you winning but that type of love don't mean much Used to curve me as a youngin Bitches thought that I was dirty Same clothes the whole week thinkin back that shit hurt me Now it Champagne everyday and them same hose thirsty Lord knows I love my mama but the dope game it birthed me Invested time in some suckers that aint never reimburse me I was Bbrn with a gift same shit that probably cursed me Ain't no limit to my hustle I be feeling Percy Might see me in Kentucky betting racks at the derby They talk about me on these apps but never put a hand on me Ex trapper white rapper bet i keep a Blam on me I was really 14 112 grams on me 100 pounds soaking wet with a rope of tan on me I got jumped for Brandon's smoke I can't believe he ran on me So I had to shake it off and start to pick my friends better I took cases to the hoopti people took the stand on me I really built it up from nothing I'm a fucking trendsetter Smoking while I'm riding hundred thousand on the engine Run these hundreds up until they can't fold Bitches in my DM and these suckers in my mentions Every day that I wake up get a bank roll I'll be in my duffel I don't be up in my feelings Remember sleeping on the floor and now the coop ain't got no ceiling If I hit that bitch raw that means I find that bitch appealing If this rap shit doesn't work then I get back to drug dealing Fifth of Henny to the dome got me smashed up Still spin the wheels out of town to get my cash up Took so many losses in this game put my stats up All off of street shit tribulations and bad luck Mom seen me leaving out the crib with some packs stuffed Before my trap jumped I watched my role models letting gats bust And drug serving pull up on the wrong person the grip serve him Chest shots hit you like bourbon My niggas working Business minded with a better purpose Forever grinding You won't catch me nervous I cut my people off like a bad phone service He got out of jail acting funny on the surface Only GOD do the judging motherfuck a gavel I got money with snakes but who gon trust a rattle They say it's all love but they only live value Knife to your back for some racks They'll be more than glad too DOTTA Smoking while I'm riding hundred thousand on the engine Run these hundreds up until they can't fold Bitches in my DM and these suckers in my mentions Every day that I wake up get a bank roll I'll be in my duffel I don't be up in my feelings Remember sleeping on the floor and now the coop ain't got no ceiling If I hit that bitch raw that means I find that bitch appealing If this rap shit doesn't work then I get back to drug dealing