Dope Peddler Lyrics – Polo G

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[Chorus]
Dope peddler, coc*ine specialist
For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine
Time for get-back, ain't no letting up, blood stain evidence
Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference
Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm stepping with
With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit
Forever rich, I've been balling ever since I left the bench
Thеy used to doubt, now they can't tell 'еm s*it, excuse my arrogance, uh

[Verse 1]
Man, I hate seeing them hood vlogs, see y'all n!ggas
Cameraman came to they block and now they all killers
How y'all figured? I'm some type of b!tch, I'll come play ball with you
Tap all triggers, if we hop out and blitz you, now your dogs miss ya
Monclers on winter, nobody perfect 'cause we all sinners
I know my purpose, fu*k a small picture
Them shawties bloodthirsty, lurking like they (??)
Angel of death, we flirted, I wasn't nervous, but I put s*it on pause with her
Lil Grouch' outside, then he most likely clutching
Left-right them buttons, we inhaling smoke, we ain't the type to duck it
Earned stripes with thugging, it's our life we loving
Go get up close and change the score, your life a bucket
Quick to kill a n!gga like it's nothing

[Chorus]
Dope peddler, coc*ine specialist
For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine
Time for get-back, ain't no letting up, blood stain evidence
Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference
Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm stepping with
With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit
Forever rich, I've been balling ever since I left the bench
They used to doubt, now they can't tell 'em s*it, excuse my arrogance

[Verse 2]
Never talk to a pillow, down his dawg just to get hoes

Sold up my heart, it been closed, fu*k with the opps, then get low
Hollows, all in extendos, he gon' fold when he feel low
Walk up, robbing for his soul, they did not get the memo
Before I felt myself, it used to feel like I was stranded
Money call like music to my ears, do my dance quick
My bank account a concert, I love to see them bands hit
Make sure I just put God first, ain't play to my advantage

[Chorus]
Dope peddler, coc*ine specialist
For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine
Time for get-back, ain't no letting up, blood stain evidence
Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference
Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm stepping with
With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit
Forever rich, I've been balling ever since I left the bench
They used to doubt, now they can't tell 'em s*it, excuse my arrogance, uh