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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chinx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LIONEL PICKENS
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My ****, if you ain't copping
You ain't got no business around the fucking spot
Fuck you hanging 'round the trap for?
Up out my dope house
[Verse 2]
Booking on the interstate, I'm bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's the ball game
Pussy, you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
[Verse 3]
No degrees but did my thing in culinary
Either that or couldn't hit them courts and hoop
Creep up on 'em with them hammers, we gon' nail 'em
Keep my pistols smoking like some Campbell soup
D.A. tryna lock me up for child abuse 'cause I was whipping babies
In the daycare and pushed 'em off the stoop
Chopper with the scope, tell them ****, merry Christmas
But it won't be Santa Claus, **** sending through your roof
Catch a **** hanging 'round the trap, he need to buy something
I'ma do the chicken dance with Flocka when them pies come
Pull up the dock and park the V up on the boat
Pussy ****, guarantee less than a key'll get you smoked
When that money come in, you and some of your **** fall out
Hate it when you pull up to the venue with them cars out
All my diamonds blue, Ray Jeweler got me on some loc shit
And them killers with me, down to shoot, ain't with no hoe shit
[Verse 4]
Booking on the interstate, I'm bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's the ball game
Pussy, you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
[Verse 5]
Yeah, fuck up out my dope house, where them **** came from?
Montega Jada, where you think I got the name from?
Raised 'round the junkies, where you think I got my game from from?
Soon as the love stop, that's when the pain come
We ain't selling bundles either, we just moving big shit
Try to disappear with some work, get your wig split
You can try to find a vein or you can sniff shit
Get it on the arm, then I need a little interest
Nah, you can't live with us, we don't want no visitors
People call us drug dealers, I say we distributors
Haters gon' hate 'cause we keep making 'em sick of us
Keep making it hot, they gone think about evicting us
Gone, ****
[Verse 6]
Booking on the interstate, I'm bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's the ball game
Pussy, you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Written by: LIONEL PICKENS