Freddie Gibbs & Kaytranada - My Dope House

My dope house, yeah, trapping at my dope house
East sleep in the dope house, yeah
Caught a herb of dope house, to the new pop house
My dope house, yeah
Niggas thinking of the dope house, yeah
Now I sleep in my dope house
Boys playing when I broke out
Showing me love, but I love my money even more
It's just banging, you have to go, have to go
All the girl the mary sippin', them blows, they know
They just banging play me, you have to go
Because my nigga, my nigga, they ain't go
That's my nigga, my nigga
If you here in order for a nigga to try to kill him
Then I'ma fuck in bad with him, with him
‘Cause Freddie keep a 45 pirate, pirate
8 yards and I recognize with that whip
Nobody wanna lose, like a motherfucking queen
I just shoot, better fuck my niggas
Those fufu boys, we air 'em out, coroner's gone stretch 'em out
Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts
Those fufu boys, we air 'em out, coroner's gone stretch 'em out
Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts

(x2)
Don't fuck with me stay in your lane
Thug everyday and never change man
And if I see another day
I wake up and do the same thang

My dope house, yeah
Straight dope with the dope house
Popos with the dope house, yeah
Snitch nigga must have told about it,
Down for we getting that, we getting that
Real nigga we done did that, yeah
At the crib with your motherfucking mama
And your kids now everybody did that
Everybody quiet, everybody on the floor
Everybody gonna see bitch you from the east side
Everybody sell dope and everybody got heat
But the real motherfuckers let the thangs on you in broad day
On the murders and the beak
Boy that could ??? in the project hallway
And nobody gonna speak niggas brothers gonna be

I put your face on a shirt and get out of town
And all the weed in the world and I wrote it down
Damn nigga ???
I eat my head on the trouble nigga
And woof woof what we caring bout
Those fufu boys, we air 'em out, coroner's gone stretch 'em out
Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts
Those fufu boys, we air 'em out, coroner's gone stretch 'em out
Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts the end

(x2)
Don't fuck with me stay in your lane
Thug everyday and never change man
And if I see another day
I wake up and do the same thang

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